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Post by anastaciya on Feb 23, 2009 14:05:15 GMT -5
Date: February 18th, 2009 Time: Noon
It wasn't a very warm day outside do to the fact that this was New York and it was the middle of February. Anastaciya hated the cold, even though people probably expected her to adore snow and things that had to do with winter since she was from Russia. But it was not so. Ana lived for summer and sunny days. She loved the way the warm rays of the sun felt on her face and she loved sunglasses as much as the average woman loved shoes. LA might have been the perfect place for the girl but she had to stay here for a while longer since her aunt was still supporting her.
She felt as though she was in her homeland of Russia since this was Brighten Beach. Everyone spoke Russian and dressed... well, Russian. People threw garbage wherever they pleased and old ladies would sit around all day gossiping and talking about the latest episode of some Latin soap opera. She was used to this. Ana didn't know if she would ever be able to live outside the perimeters of her comfort zone. She was able to visit places as far as New York City and Staten Island and she did like to travel.
Anastaciya questioned her lifestyle as she sat on a bench by the windy, cold beach. She had a cup of Starbucks Coffee in her right hand that she sipped rarely. The girl didn't really enjoy coffee; she was more used to tea. Caffeine did wake her up but it was noon already so she was just drinking it to have something to do besides sitting around the beach. As she sipped her coffee she would take a breath in and breathed out through her mouth and watch the air as it looked like she was smoking. Of course she would never actually smoke; her grandfather died of a lung cancer. It was weird how people smoked like chimneys when there was so much evidence and just common knowledge that cigarettes were a huge health hazard. [/font]
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Post by sethhellstrom on Feb 23, 2009 17:19:53 GMT -5
Just an average day what fun was that. None that is how much fun it was nothing to do at this time. Seth was so bored that he literally had to make fun happen. Like when someone was about to light a cigar after buying some wine. He manipulated some heat and fire here and there then BOOM! It exploded like a firecraker, then the man fell. Once that happened expensive wine flew into the air and burst all around him.
He started to complain about how much money he spent on everything including the jacket he was wearing. Then in Seth's mind, you shouldn't have bought all of that crap in the first place. Especially when being around Seth. There was bound to be some problems involved in the situation. Adding him in there. He got tired, he was walking all day. Just to find something to do and felt disappointed.
Disappointed that, that was the only type of entertainment of the day he just sighed. Seeing a bench with a woman on the same bench why not he might have fun with her. Seth is lucky that no one ventures in his mind because that could have been taken so many ways. Sitting down a breeze passed through cold air and him don't mix. Increasing the heat around him he breathed out a sigh of great relief.
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Post by anastaciya on Feb 23, 2009 18:31:20 GMT -5
She didn't expect someone to randomly sit next to her. Not today... for some reason. Maybe because it was such a slow day. She didn't have to go to work and there was never much to do around the apartment since the maid took care of that. How easy it was for her aunt to live. Met some rich guy, married him and now refuses to give him children and feeds off of his fortune. Anastaciya hoped she wasn't over staying her welcome but she has only been there for four months. She was still "settling" in a new country even though her English was good. It probably had something to do with her mother being over seas. It was frustrating how Sasha showed no interest to moving to America. Ana wanted to have the only person she could consider a best friend to be next to her right now. Instead it was a stranger, but that wasn't half bad. You could say she was a bit attached to her dear mama.
How would she feel when the time came for Sasha to... She couldn't even think of the word. Ana wanted to die before her mother. Not suicide or anything but just pass before Sasha so she didn't have to deal with the loss her mama... passed first. Her mother was young; had Anastaciya when she was only twenty but in the order of life, the mother died before the daughter. The girl made a face at the thought and glanced at the stranger next to her. She quickly looked away and took a sip of her coffee. For some reason at that moment she decided to say hi. The only thing she managed to get out was a "H..." because she began coughing like a maniac. The coffee kind of flew out of her mouth as she turned her head around so she wouldn't get any of it on the person sitting next to her. The cup in her right hand fell to the wooden walkway as she grabbed her throat because it began to burn from the strain. This wasn't choking but it was bad enough and embarrassing.
When she was finished she turned her head around to wipe her lips, just in case. She took a breath in before she tried to say anything else. Now she just made the situation awkward, which was bad. Ana looked down to see where the coffee went. By now the cup was blown away by the wind somewhere but she could still see the big stains of coffee on the wood. The girl placed her hands on her knees and looked straight ahead before she turned around to look at her company. "Um... she began looking down at first, "sorry about that," she finally managed to get out with an accent that totally gave her out. [/font]
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Post by sethhellstrom on Feb 23, 2009 18:48:48 GMT -5
Sitting in silence was boring, maybe just maybe he should say something. As he turned to look at her both eyes met. Just as quickly the two receded hearing some slight words he thought that she had said something. It could have been his imagination, but soon enough she started coughing. Looking at her he started to get up and try to help her out.
By the time he did it was over so he sat back down. "It's alright, but really are you alright?" with a slight smile and light chuckle Seth actually seemed a little concerned. Concerned with a stranger that would be a first. But not too rare in his case.
"Seth." he said extending his hand out, "The name is Seth." clarifying that vague statement he just made earlier. The heat that was stored around him extended from his hand at the same moment. It was could and he was sure that the lady could use some heat. In this case she would probably think it was just his body heat. Even though it was a little warmer than body heat.
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Post by anastaciya on Feb 23, 2009 19:18:06 GMT -5
A smile showed as the man asked her if she was alright. Anastaciya at least knew he was a nice person. Well, she really didn't but she liked to see the good in people. She always looked at the positive side of things. "Mmmhm," she nodded in reply. This might just not be a lost day. She met someone knew and that was a good thing. Ana couldn't even manage to get to know people at work or in her own building where most people spoke her native language and she was talking to a complete stranger that she's never even seen before. She wasn't socially awkward or anything, just a bit shy. In school she had friends; she was always the quiet kid who rarely spoke unless spoken too. The only person she was herself with and totally open was her mama. It kind of made her sad to think about Sasha. She had to get her mind off of her mother for now. She didn't want to cry in front of someone. She did get really upset at her mother for not being around at the moment but crying was out of the question.
On the other hand, it was good to be away from someone Ana was so attached to. This might have been a good thing. She couldn't just depend on her mama her whole life; it was unhealthy to be so codependent. It was hard to admit to herself that she was being codependent because she'd never thought of it that way before. Before she just considered it unconditional love but as she got older Ana's vocabulary expanded and she matured, she began to have a better understanding of herself. It was hard to change something about yourself. It was hard to let go of something or somebody that has been so dear to you for the longest time.
Anastaciya extended her arm to shake Seth's. It was warm and that felt nice. She didn't have gloves on; bad idea. Her long, cold fingers wrapped around his hand. "Anastaciya," she introduced herself. For a second she forgot to let go of Seth's hand and then quickly removed it and smiled at him and then looked down. She felt like a complete retard right now. What was wrong with her? Was she always this weird around people? Then the girl realized that her name was kind of a mouth full, well, in any country but especially one that didn't speak Russian. She looked up at him again with the same smile, "You can call me Ana," she added. [/size]
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Post by sethhellstrom on Feb 23, 2009 19:33:18 GMT -5
Still talking and his hand still in hers, it was cold but the coldness quickly went away when she touched him. Listening to her name he wondered if he could remember how to pronounce it. Then when Anastaciya said she had a nickname, relief washed through him. The worse thing someone could do to a stranger was mispronounce their name. Well that and kill them, something Seth has actually done. Both in the same breath.
"Nice to meet ya' Ana, so what are you doing out here in this cold?" he had a perfectly good reason. Seth was waiting for a shady person with some information about a bank. He needed a little bit more help with it though. And currently he was searching for people like him to help him with this heist. But the person was late...Seth hated late. Except if he was late.
Not realizing that he was wandering off Seth looked at Ana, "Sorry 'nother world." explaining the blank look on his face.
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Post by anastaciya on Feb 23, 2009 20:03:36 GMT -5
Ugh... if only she knew what dragged her out in the cold. She really would have rather stayed home but then what would she do there? She didn't like the cold, not one bit but she had an average feeling on meeting new people. Right now she was kind of thrilled, you could say, talking to someone besides her babbling aunt. All she talked about was how she got new shoes or that, apparently, cute guy behind the register at the grocery store. Ana had a feeling that her aunt was kind of cheating on her husband but she hated making a judgment like that. It was terrible to think but the woman was not in love with her poor husband and Anastaciya saw how she looked at younger, hot guys. It was disgusting, really. Lying about love was worse than killing someone, to Ana anyway. She had the man wrapped around her pinky. Anyone who saw the two together knew that love was not the reason for the marriage. Was her aunt always like that? The girl couldn't remember.
"I really don't know," she replied, "bored, I guess.' Anastaciya really didn't want it to be obvious that she had the minimum amount of what people would call a "life" in this country. All she had to do was her job since she didn't do much of night life or traveling. She wished she could, though. Traveling was definitely something that Ana wanted to do. She wasn't what you would call adventurous but she liked seeing new places and learning new things. Different people and cultures fascinated her. New York City was good for that but it wasn't the real thing. Of course you could never be picky when you came to the capital of the world from a city that was as diverse as a Abercrombie&Fitch add. Russia did have many types of different people but Saratov... not so much.
Anastaciya watched Seth's face go blank for a moment and she looked away at the shore for a moment. When she looked back he still seemed to be in a daze but he snapped out of it. "It's okay, I know how you feel," she told him with the same smile that she had on a couple of seconds ago. This wasn't really a nervous smile. The girl smiled often. She liked followed a simple and a bit cheesy motto: "One smile can create a thousand." That was something that her parents taught her from the beginning. She remembered when she would sing a Russian song from a cartoon she loved when she was a kid. "Smile with your smile, and it will come back to you," it went.
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Post by sethhellstrom on Feb 23, 2009 20:28:43 GMT -5
"Boredom can be a pain!" Seth decided to say not able to handle small talk really well. Not because of his shyness, but because talking to others might give away valuable information. Living a life between lies and truth that is barely given out on the daily basis Seth makes sure not to make too much of a lasting impression. Especially cops, he hated cops. That would take him back a couple of years.
"Man there really is absolutely nothing to do today. Right I've been around the stores and markets just lookin' for something to do. Still no action, it is like New York is sleep today." Seth wished something interesting would happen. Who knows he just might get his wish...
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Post by elyn on Feb 23, 2009 20:29:36 GMT -5
...Wishes, man does Derlyn wish that this cursed bus would stop hitting potholes, it was almost like it was on purpose! Maybe the bus driver has it in for him. For all the damned days for his powers to be getting out of hand and chaotic today they choose the day. Swearing under his breath almost every little bump he is careful as he can be on a New York bus. Not wanting to touch any skin. Only because if he did someone would be zapped out cold for a long time.
His head began to hurt taking a gloved hand to hold it he moaned. "Urgh...not now. Come on!" he complained. Derlyn needed to get off this bus and NOW! It was an emergency a dire one at that. Sometimes Derlyn wished he didn't have this ability. Cool as it was it drove him crazier than he already was. "Next stop!" ignoring his manners as he would usually say please after such a demand. But manners had no place here at the moment.
Besides he was homeless ever since his car got repossessed. Such happy memories he sold everything he had just to some money. Well in the car that is. This was a living hell. No at least in hell it would be hot. he thought. The cold gave him an excuse to wear all this winter stuff looking like Santa Claus. Sadly Derlyn strongly doubted he would fit down a chimney.
At last he was at a stop and the brakes didn't help the situation worth anything. ...That driver hates me. coming to that conclusion as he began to walk out the doors. Unfortunately it wasn't going to be that easy as his powers went haywire. "ARGH!" he screamed electricity flowed around his body and the bus where the driver was. Too many things that required electricity and they were being drained.
His body had enough before being launched out into the a nearby bench. With two people landing in both laps. Pain took over more than comfort or embarrassment. Then again his ability just activated he hoped no one asked questions. And what the hell did he hit that was so damn hard!
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Post by anastaciya on Feb 23, 2009 21:07:52 GMT -5
Anastaciya nodded her head at his comment. It was ironic how you could find nothing to do in New York. Wasn't it the city that never sleeps? Or was it some other city? She wasn't a hundred percent sure. After that there was silence. Their conversation had died as quickly as it started. But this didn't mean that things weren't going to get... "interesting." Oh no, that wasn't the word. More like incredibly weird, rare and, literally shocking. Out of nowhere a man flew into both of their laps like friggin Jesus. As soon as the man's body barely hit Ana's body, her reflexes went into working. She did have fast reflexes because her body and clothes went diamond in a matter of seconds. She did not notice this until she looked down at her hands because she barely felt any pain except for that one moment in the beginning. This was bad!
When Ana would turn into the "girl's best friend" her body became pretty much indestructible and gained strength, agility and skin hard as a, well, diamond. Her now sparkling eyes were wide in shock, her mouth dropped down to the floor as she stared at her hands before she sprung straight up from the bench letting the man in her lap fall. This was terrible. There were people everywhere. She lived across the street from the beach! Those grannies were really going to have something to talk about for next month. What would her aunt say? How many people were around? Who was this guy? What the hell was happening?!
The thoughts were flying through her head like she was flipping channels on the television as she looked around, still in her diamond from. It wouldn't hit her that she could just relax and turn back to normal but then people would see who she was. Did they already know? Her body was shining, thank God it wasn't sunny or she'd be like a damn star. Her looked like long, thin ornaments or something. Anastaciya's eyes were still frozen in horror as she looked up to see Seth and the flying dude. "Blyat," she whispered in Russian. Right now cursing wouldn't really help, flying would. Why couldn't that be her power?
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Post by sethhellstrom on Feb 23, 2009 22:04:37 GMT -5
Seeing the bust he didn't give it a second thought, thatwas until he saw something happen. Sparks of electricity surrounded a man who looked a little covered up. Then he flew into the laps of him and Ana. Light was something he wasn't Seth really wanted to know who he was and what the Hell just happened. It would be nice to know but there was another problem. It was sitting next to him.
What was sitting next to him was a shiny girl made of...diamond. Blinking a couple of times Seth couldn't believe what he was seeing. Amazing and beautiful. Still it was no time to get flustered at the moment he needed to. Well take advantage of the sitaution like he would always do. Whenever he meet a person with an ability there was always a smile on his face.
As she stood up and said something he didn't know what exactly. But he was going to say something that would make more sense. "So you have an ability too." he didn't even care about the guy who just flew in uninvited. "Can you um...Change back?" he wandered hoping that she could turn back.
The last thing that they needed was attention. Especially after that guy's little entrance. Who he'd might have to kill considering he could be a little snitch. Seth wasn't one to let others without abilities know about him. They would just treat them like freaks. He knew it all too well
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Post by elyn on Feb 23, 2009 22:05:22 GMT -5
"Goddess girl, think you messed up my spine." Derlyn said with a laugh before noticing why it hurt so much. Her body...it was freakin diamond! Then hearing the other guy talk about having an ability as well Derlyn felt somewhat lucky. Lucky that they each had an ability and that he didn't just break his back landing on this woman. As she stood up he luckily caught his self throwing his hands down to catch his self.
Propping his self up with a hand stand he landed back on his feet. "Yeah I think that would be a good idea." he was thrilled in a way. Then again he was having a bad day, this certainly made up for it at the moment. Touching random places on his body he made sure nothing was broken. Thank goodness nothing was.
The last thing he needed was to go to the hospital and have flammable things around him. That would lead to something on the news. Derlyn...he was camera shy and well not in a right state of mind. Never a good mix, never has been with anyone. The not being in the right state of mind part.
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Post by anastaciya on Feb 24, 2009 17:20:51 GMT -5
They're voices sounded really faint. Like they were whispering. She was too concentrated on focusing on the noises outside her head. Her mind was still flashing from one thought to the other as she stared from the flying boy to Seth. Ana really wanted this to be a dream, or a nightmare. All the same; as long as she would wake up and start all over again. She felt so out of control and weak, even with this skin made of the strongest substance known to man. This kind of thing shouldn't have happened. She was past the stage of where she didn't know how to control her ability. She had it down!
Her breathing was increased this whole time. Anastaciya realized she was standing there, probably looking a fool, breathing like she had been running for miles. The girl relaxed her hands and her face. She took in a deep breath in and by the time she breathed out her skin was back to its human state. She was looking around like a scared rabbit now. Eventually she looked down at the ground at where the coffee had fallen a couple of minutes ago while she was still thinking. Ana's mind was a calm sea now, rather than freak waves. She was aware of her environment and it all hit her like a hurricane: she was still there, acting like she was a def mute.
Anastaciya slowly looked up at the two guys that were standing in front of her; her eyes were no longer darting back and forth between the two. Her face did not have the usual smile this time. Instead she looked scared, like something bad was going to happen. Then she wiped the look off her face, which was replaced by a serious expression. She was thinking. Processing what to say. She had no idea what was happening in the background five seconds ago and now she had to come up with an explanation. Well, she still had no idea how this all began. If she could turn into diamond, people could probably fly but why did this guy fall? The day went from being boring to plain weird. At one moment she's talking to someone, sitting on a bench near the ocean and then some guy dropped in, literary, from the sky. To make matters worse she turned to diamond because... BECAUSE SHE WAS AN IDIOT! A HELPLESS IDIOT! "Sorry," Ana managed to say as she stood there scolding herself mentally. And what the hell was that? Sorry?! An apology was the best she could pull out of her goddamn magic pocket?! What else could she say to make this situation not weird? How could she erase memories and run like the speed of light?[/size]
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Post by sethhellstrom on Feb 25, 2009 15:52:22 GMT -5
As Ana stood there like a frantic person hyperventilating from what it seemed like Seth just looked around to make sure that no one was looking. Well one of the best things about New York, no one will ever give a dime about you. At a moment like this he was thankful for such isolation. If anyone saw her then that would have been bad. He wouldn't know what she would have done then. "Sorry? For what?" then he looked at the person who was flying out like a bat out of Hell.
"It was mostly his fault anyway." his eyes narrowed at Derlyn's. "Still..." Seth started to wander why the kid didn't seem so shocked. It could have been to the fact he himself had an ability. That could be one reason or he has seem others. Seth wanted to get answers and now. He was that type of person to demand such things at the spur of the moment.
Even though he should just be trying to help Ana, but she returned to normal. Well into her skin, why weren't there any words to describe them? Oh yeah, freak. That was a word that everyone uses now and days. Seth hated that word to the fullest meaning of the word hate. It did at first seem as if Ana had calmed down for a while. But Seth wasn't sure if she was going to go off in this uncomfortable situation.
Most people would have ran, but she didn't that interested Seth in many ways. Then again running would have caused her to have gotten known. Still Seth just might actually get the help he needed. It was just the matter of using the right words. This would definitely be a good day that Seth will remember. If all goes as blames of course.
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Post by elyn on Feb 25, 2009 16:08:23 GMT -5
She wasn't handling anything well and as he heard Seth somewhat put the blame on him Derlyn instinctively went on the defensive. "Hey, my bad. It isn't at all my fault that my powers are off the hook okay. So don't blame me." with that he crossed his arms and stared down Seth. Then shook his head deeming it not worth it. Changing his attention to the diamond woman he felt sorry for her.
Derlyn can live his life out being the outcast, but he never truly thinks of those who can't. "Okay so...most of it is my fault. So don't apologize...I mean we all have abilities...we're like a big ol' unhappy family filled with destress." That was one way to put it. Not the gentlest of ways, but it was one way. "So...are you alright?" asking the woman just to make sure.
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