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Post by aimee on Nov 22, 2009 21:59:01 GMT
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Outside a small, greasy little diner, a shiny, silver Chevrolet Corvette C6 looked a bit out of place next to all the other mundane vehicles parked right outside. The owner of the Corvette was inside, sitting on one of the seats at the counter, a young, milky-skinned girl enjoying a slice of what the waitress had proclaimed to be the best apple crumb pie for miles around. Fork to her mouth and the warm, sweet apple pie in her mouth, Aimee was starting to believe this claim. She took a drink of milk from the glass next to her, contentment spreading from within her. This was a damn tasty piece of pie.
It was dark out, just a bit past ten, and Aimee was quite some miles away from home. Aimee found this insignificant. For one, she wasn't a child anymore, so curfew laws didn't apply to her. Secondly, even if she did go back home, there wasn't anyone there waiting for her anways. Her brother, her only relative, was at work and wouldn't be back until early morning. Maybe he wouldn't even come home, as he tended to do some nights. She'd just go back to an empty apartment, where she'd probably end up watching a movie, or doing laundry, or baking a bunch of cookies she didn't have anyone to share with. Her new neighbors weren't too sociable, at least with her and her brother. They were mostly gossipy, middle aged women who had all come up with their own theories as to why a handsome young man and his little sister had moved in without their parents, and where the young man was headed to each night, and other things revolving around Aimee's mysterious and shady background. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it; back in Upper East Side, almost 3000 miles away, she had the same kind of neighbors. They had chatted about Aimee's sudden arrival into her brother's apartment, and they all questioned if Aimee was really his sister.
It was a weekday, but she no longer had to think about things like staying out late on school nights; a community college student, half of Aimee's courses were online and the others meeting in the afternoon, so she had the leisure of staying up longer than in her high school years. In any case, Aimee rather enjoyed diners. In her younger years, when she had lived with her father, a hunter who chased prominent supernatural villains across the states, she had lived in many places and had probably been on the road almost as long as she had lived in a house or apartment. At one point, she remembered camping out almost a year in an RV before it exploded in an unfortunate accident. The point being, whilst traveling from place to place, of course Aimee and her father had to eat. They made frequent stops at fast food chains and diners. Aimee liked the diners more; they had a more homely feel to them, and she was quite fond of the milkshakes and desserts. Even on the drive from Manhattan to Pacific Heights, she had persuaded her brother to stop at a diner at least once when it was time to eat.
And as much as she enjoyed cooking, it seemed rather mundane and lonely after a while of just cooking for herself and washing dishes, which only consisted of a plate or bowl, the fork or spoon she used, and the pan or pot she used. Seeing how little she had to wash made the apartment seem bigger and lonelier. She felt silly; it wasn't like she wasn't used to being home alone. And she was already nineteen, a big girl. Though, she was thinking maybe she could convince her brother into getting a puppy. In the meantime, Aimee spent her nights driving her car around and stopping at any place on a whim.
The waitress asked Aimee if she wanted anything else with a kind smile, and Aimee shook her head. "Thank you though," she said, opening her purse that rested on her lap to get her wallet. She opened it up, grateful when she spotted a twenty dollar bill inside. She remembered one time she had just a hundred dollar bill, and when she handed it to the cashier, there was such a dirty look in return. Change returned to her, Aimee continued to sit in her seat, fork cutting off smaller pieces of pie and carrying them to her mouth. Tonight felt very slow, but it was relaxing in a way. There were few patrons tonight, but they kept to themselves, none of them sparing a smile to the young girl. Aimee tugged at the top of her black stockings, pulling it further up her thigh. It was usually like this, no one conversing with her save for a few words from the waitress, but the waitress had to talk to her, or how else would she get her order?
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 23, 2009 0:03:52 GMT
Athalya had been walking around while it was getting dark, which she hadnt noticed. She had been everywhere applying for jobs, but none were to be found. She saw a nice shiny car outside the cafe, wondering who it was, Athalya walked inside the cafe and looked around. It was the usual poor faces she saw inthere except one girl. She looked to be around 20 or less. Athalya walked up to the counter and took her purse as the waitress approached her. She emptied her purse and a few bucks fell out and some coins. Athal took some of the coins and passed them to the waitress. "Can i have some of that lovely Chicken soup Alice." Athal asked the waitress and saw her walk out in the back.
Athal looked at the strange girl, not caring if it looked like she was staring, and then reached out her hand. "Hello, my name is Athalya Amethyst Shadestone, you dont look like your fit inhere." Athal said with a smile while her Violet allmost purple eyes glowed to the girl, knowing the girl would notice her very unusual eyes. Athal was starting to look like the rest of the poor people in the cafe lately, her violet satin dress was dirty and torn multible places, her shoes were not able to contain her feets anymore longer than a week tops. Athal sighed looking down at herself, " i usually dont look like this, but i was ropped when i got to California and all i have left is this dress, these shoes and my purse with too few moneys in it. So i excuse for my lack of looks." Athal said to the girl. She didnt know why she said it, but she felt like she had to defend her looks, after all being 218 ears old should give just a little sense of style and how to dress, if not money in the bank would do. But it had never worried Athal untill now.
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Post by aimee on Nov 23, 2009 4:12:22 GMT
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There was the sound of the door opening behind Aimee, and soft footsteps. Aimee didn't turn, but she soon saw who the newcomer was. A woman, blonde and attractive came to the counter. She looked a little worse for wear though, her shoes and dress looking quite worn, as if she had been in an accident of some sort. Aimee kept her eyes down on her pie, not wanting to stare and be rude. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the woman's measly pocket money fall out before she requested some soup.
It was after the waitress left to get the woman's soup that Aimee saw a hand extended to her, followed by the woman introducing herself as Athalya. Aimee turned to give her full attention; it would be rude for her to continue staring at her pie, of course. It was unusual, a total stranger just deciding to talk to her, but Aimee found she didn't mind much. Some people were just social butterflies; she didn't see herself introducing herself spontaneously to people beside her though. Even stranger though was the woman Athalya's comment that Aimee didn't look like she fit in. In Aimee's mind, she could think of a few reasons as to why she didn't fit in. One of which could have been that she wasn't a native Californian at all, and that her mannerisms had given this away. Secondly, there was the fact that she was not of the majority race in the diner; most of the other patrons were Caucasian. Aimee was very much not. Thirdly, she supposed it was the thousand to two thousand something dollar Gucci leather handbag in her lap, and that maybe the woman had linked the handbag to the nearly fifty thousand dollar car parked outside. "My name is Aimee Lixue L'Amour," Aimee responded, taking the woman's hand. It felt quite strange giving her whole name, but she only did that as the woman had done so first. "And what makes you say that?" Aimee added, curious to know Athalya's reason as to why Aimee looked out of place.
Aimee uncrossed her long legs, not quite sure how to respond to the woman’s confession of how her appearance was attributed to being robbed when she had come into California. “Um, wow,” Aimee started, blinking in surprise. “I’m sorry, that really blows,” she said. How unfortunate it was for the woman to have her possessions stolen and left with just the ripped up clothes she was wearing and barely enough money for food. But it was still awkward hearing something so personal like that. Aimee wasn’t sure why Athalya was being so defensive about her appearance; she hadn’t really thought lower of her because her dress wasn’t as pretty as it could be. She wasn’t haughty like that, to judge a person based on what they wore. But perhaps this woman had been a sort of fashionista, always up to par with her accessories and such. “Are you alright though?” she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. Aimee wondered if the woman shouldn’t be in the hospital for any injuries; not all of them would be visible on the surface.
“Let me buy you a piece of pie or cake or something,” Aimee offered with a cheery smile. It would have been awkward to offer money outright; some people just couldn’t tolerate being pitied. Lots of people had too much pride to be taken in as a charity case. She wasn’t about to piss someone off for a silly reason like that. Tonight was too slow a night to get into a fight. “The desserts at this diner are really good. This apple crumb pie right here,” Aimee said, pointing down at it with the prongs of her fork, "fucking amazing." Perhaps her language was a bit crude, but she couldn't help it; it was just the environment that she grew up in didn't exactly try to squash profanity out.
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 23, 2009 15:04:34 GMT
Athal took another look at her to define why she didnt fit in. "Well you just dont look like you belong here, and its not your nifty little bag there or the road crasher outside that made me think that. Ive just had quite many years to umm study people." Athal said to the girl, hoping that would fit enough for an answer.
Hearing the girl say she was sorry made Athalya smile. "Well it happened about a week ago, untill last night i was staying at a shitty little motel with bugs in the bed, but it was warmer than outside. Last night i had to sleep in a alley covered in news papers to keep myself warm. But its okay, all i need is to get a job and then ill be fine. The problem is that its so hard to get a job around here." Athalya said to Aimee. Athal hoped she didnt sound like she pitied herself cuz she didnt. And she hoped her thick Scottish accent wasnt too revealing since she hadnt been in Scotland for some decades.
Alice came back with Athals soup and Athal took in a deep breath, the soup smelled so delicious. Then Aimee offered to buy her some dessert, and Athals smile widened. "That sounds delightfull, thank you. I tasted the Apple pie the first day i came here, it was good, but i would like to have a piece of that again." Athal said, her mouth watering as she continued to eat her chicken soup. She was happy that she had met Aimee this morning, the day would be alot better now after she would get some food in her stomach.
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Post by aimee on Nov 23, 2009 20:11:25 GMT
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Aimee smiled. So Athalya had guessed that the Corvette outside was hers. Well, she supposed it wasn't too hard to link the costly purse and car. And, though at the expense of being rude and slightly judgmental, it didn't look like very many of the diner's patrons could afford the car, much less the handbag. But she supposed there was something to be garnered from Athalya's vague answer. Maybe Aimee didn't belong anywhere. Ever since her coming to the states, the longest she had ever lived in any place with her father was about three months, before she had to pack everything up in boxes and send them to the next place in a moving van. Sometimes, she didn't even bother unpacking when she knew her father's job in a certain city would be brief and they would be moving on to the next location in just a few days.
The longest she had ever lived in any place in the states was when she had moved in with her brother in Manhattan. Only a half brother, but Aimee was grateful to him for taking her in and treating her so kindly as if she was his own sister by blood, or even his own daughter. It was just a little more than a year and a half when her brother's network of informants and acquaintances had passed on rumors of the one behind Aimee's mother's death. And by some chance, just a few days later, an acquaintance had passed on the fact that someone had spotted one matching the description of her brother Adrian's mother's killer. The siblings decided to act upon these clues, which is what brought them to San Francisco. Aimee would have been content in a plainer apartment in one of the lower neighborhoods, but her brother was attracted to style and glamour, resulting in them living in scenic Pacific Heights, the winner over Nob Hill.
"Oh, ew," Aimee cringed. She hated bugs, and she could just imagine a filthy motel room with peeling, cracked, faded wallpaper and cockroaches crawling all over the sticky, stained carpet. Then a bed with a lumpy and misshapen mattress, the sheets covered with bodily fluids in random spots and bed bugs jumping about the pillows. She felt sympathy rising for the woman before her; it would be hard to get a job with that sort of appearance, and it was already hard enough with the economy going down the shithole. If anyone needed a spell for luck cast at the moment, Athalya seemed to be the clear winner so far, the young witch thought to herself. "You're pretty brave for spending the night in an alley by yourself," Aimee commented. It wasn't just vermin and creepy crawly things that crossed her mind; inebriated men, and even some sober, could be downright disgusting at times when they wanted a certain something from women.
There was something different about Athalya. Aimee thought she had just been imagining it before. During her introduction, Athalya's violet eyes seemed to glow, a sort of luminosity rarely found in nature. Aimee had wondered if there was something unusual about Athalya, but it could have been that she was just blessed with brilliant eyes. Maybe that was why her middle name was Amethyst. In any case, if she was anything out of the ordinary, Aimee couldn't really tell. She had never been to adept at sensing these kinds of things too accurately, unless the situation was dire. And Athalya seemed perfectly harmless, so Aimee didn't think anything more of it.
"Alright then," Aimee smiled when Athalya took up her offer. "Can I have the biggest piece you have of your apple crumb pie?" Aimee asked the waitress, who nodded in response. The waitress turned her back on the counter and disappeared into the kitchen, reappearing with a plate holding a generous portion of pie. "The cook just took this out some time ago, so it's still nice and warm," she said. Aimee pulled out the five dollar bills she had gotten in change from the twenty earlier and handed one to the waitress. She set the pie down before Athalya and went to get Aimee's change.
Aimee popped a piece of sugary apple into her mouth, following it with a drink of milk. "So, what are you going to do tonight then?" she asked, facing Athalya. It was sad, thinking about it. Athalya would run out of money to eat with soon, and if she couldn't find a job, how would she procure sustenance?
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 23, 2009 21:31:55 GMT
Athalya saw Aimee study her eyes and made the glow tune down. "I see you now know why my middle name is Amethyst, im the only person in this world who has Violet-Purple Amethyst coloured eyes, plus a horrible american accent since im from Scotland." Athalya said and smiled. She finished her soup and pushed the bowl away, grabbing the plate with the apple pie. She put the fork with pie in her mouth and moaned ligthly as she swallowed the still warm crispy apple pie. "Like a little piece of heaven. I tottaly forgot how it tasted like. As to your question what im gonna do tonight, ill do the exact same thing as i did last night, and dont worry, i got a certain gift for protecting myself. I...." Athal leaned over to Aimee and whispered , " Your not the only one with magical powers little ice witch" Athal whispered to Aimee, blinking to her to let her know that she knew. Athal had allways been able to see what people were, or well she had learned it about 150 years ago. She felt the coldness around Aimee, which no one else would notice, unless you looked for it. Athal leaned back and smiled to Aimee, "Dont worry, you have no reason to fear me since im not an evil being, im human, but im not like you, im not a witch, im just a immortal human with the power of telekinesis." Athal told Aimee. She really didnt have any reason to fear Athal, she was harmless, pretty much untill you got her angry. Athal kept eating her pie and looked at Aimee, wondering what she though. Athal maybe shouldnt have said all that too quickly, but Athalya allways wanted to keep a clear table, and it wouldnt harm anyone. Maybe it could be good for Aimee to talk to someone about what she was, Athalya knew it was a big thing to hold secret for a long time.
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Post by aimee on Nov 24, 2009 1:33:37 GMT
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Aimee didn't say anything when Athalya explained the reason her middle name was Amethyst. It was just as Aimee had guessed; her name was chosen for the color of her eyes. Though, Aimee wondered if she really was the only one in the world with such a hue. Out of six billion and something individuals, she supposed that really was something special. "Horrible American accent?" Aimee tilted her head slightly with a quizzical expression. Even though she herself was born in France and lived there until about eight or nine, Aimee's French accent had mostly dissipated from her speech in the ten years she had spent here. She didn't think that Athalya's accent was too noticeable, or maybe she hadn't been paying too much attention.
Athalya then leaned in, saying something very surprising. Athalya had called her an ice witch; this did surprise Aimee, but she was impressed that Athalya could pick out both sides to her. Yes, Aimee was a witch, but only her mother had magical blood. Aimee's father was a human, but not quite an ordinary human. He was like Athalya, a human with unnatural power. Aimee's father had supernatural strength, speed, and stamina, and it was from his blood's influence that she inherited her power of ice manipulation. Unfortunately, he wasn't immortal, and had perished at the hands of a bloodthirsty vampire full of rage at the time.
Athalya assured Aimee that there was no need to be afraid, that Athalya meant no harm. After sharing this personal bit of information, Athalya continued to eat the apple pie. Aimee threw a glance at the waitress, wondering if she had heard anything. It seemed she had been back in the kitchen, getting another customer's order out. Aimee wondered why Athalya had chosen to reveal this to her; what if Aimee had only worn a facade of kindness, and upon hearing of Athalya's extraordinary being, proceeded to injure her? It was a blessing and a curse to be too trusting of others. Luckily, Aimee wasn't going to do anything to Athalya.
"Oh," Aimee started, feeling like she should fill the silence lest awkwardness ensue. "Alright then." She scooped at the last bit of pie on her plate with her fork, the metal making a soft scraping noise against the ceramic dish. "Well, I don't mean any harm either. I'm glad that we have come to that consensus." She felt that she wasn't quite full yet, and was debating between another slice of pie, or something more hearty off the menu, which she now scanned, looking for something that sounded good.
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 24, 2009 9:25:17 GMT
Athal was happy that Aimee had taking it so lightly, and saw her scanning the menu. "If your still hungry you should try the chicken soup, i higly reccoment it, its delicious and you wont feel hungry untill dinner time. And im sorry if my trusting in you with what i am startled you, but something inside me told me that i could trust you, and its hard to walk around with a secret like mine and not tell anyone about it, but i felt like trusting you with it." Athal said to Aimee. She somehow felt drawn to this young woman and hoped this wouldnt be their only meeting.
Athalya finished her pie and hold a hand over her stomach. It allmost hurted to be this full again, it had been a while since she had gotten a good meal. She looked around in the diner and saw diffrent faces staring back at her put they all looked away when they saw her eyes. She had researched on people with purple eyes, and none had been found, except her, her name popped up if she googled purple eyes, along with some contact lenses. She had been amased that her name and origins showed up if she had googled her own name, and her parents horrible faith had shown up, along with the story of her dissapering from Scotland. The police had looked for her in a few months and then given up, which the conclusion that Athalya probably was dead, and not to be found.
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Post by aimee on Nov 24, 2009 16:30:01 GMT
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Aimee found it amusing how Athalya could take things so lightly and nonchalantly. She was an interesting person, switching from something serious like how she was immortal with the power of telekinesis to something mundane like suggesting to try the chicken soup. Aimee laughed. "I'm not much of a soup person," she said. Maybe it was linked to her power, but Aimee couldn't really eat things when they were too hot. She didn't like to order soup when she was out because the temperature at which they presented to her was sometimes way too hot for her tongue, and she would have to let it sit there to cool off and then someone would come over and ask if the soup was displeasing to her or something. Then she would just say she was waiting for it to cool, and there would be an insulted expression followed by her being told that the soup was best eaten while it was still hot. It wasn't like she waited that long; just until it was lukewarm. Sometimes though, if she could get away without being seen, she just touched the tip of her finger to the surface and her power would allow her to lower the temperature enough for her to imbibe it. In any case, if she ever drank soup, it was the canned type purchased from the grocery store. Nostalgia rushed through her whenever she attacked Progresso cans with a can opener. She would think of her younger years, when sometimes her father and her had lived in some shady neighborhoods and survived on TV dinners, canned soups, and soda.
"It's fine," Aimee said, finger drawing a figure onto the menu's glossy surface. "You can trust me," she said with a smile. "I feel like after all I've seen and done, this isn't surprising at all." She had been a hunter's daughter, following her father all over the states, sometimes tagging along and helping as he fought vampires, demons, werewolves, and whatever he deemed to be the bane of mankind. She had killed many. She spilled blood, gallons of it. At one point, she had to question who was the real monster. Despite being what they were, weren't they just doing what they needed to in order to survive? It was unfortunate that this young, aspiring man or that young, pretty girl with lots of potential died, but the vampire needed to eat. She had tried to voice this to her father once, who had slapped her hard and told her that she should only know that those who killed innocent humans were the enemy and their targets. And so Aimee had followed this principle, but when she met her brother, everything she believed in according to her father started to crumble. Her older brother had been turned into a vampire, but not only that, he had been the culprit behind a string of the most numerous and gruesome murders the states had ever seen. Some of the crime scenes were so grotesque, it was said that police and morticians vomited when they saw the victims' bodies. Her brother, full of rage at his change but with nowhere else to direct it, had targeted innocent humans. He killed without discretion; no man, woman, or even child was safe from him. They would all end up as a bloody mass of torn flesh, organs strewn about and bones twisted in such a way that people would say only a monster could have done such deeds. And so, should Aimee then kill her beloved brother, who took her in and cared for her and showered her with gifts and affection? Was it too selfish to want to keep her only remaining relative alive? He still drank blood, but no longer killed, taking from his victims a precise amount no larger than one would lose in a blood donation.
Athalya had finished her pie, holding a hand to her middle. Aimee wondered if she was full; she had only had soup and pie. "I don't know if I want to eat a burger again," she said, still looking at the menu. She bit her lip in thought. "Can I have an order of onion rings?" she asked the waitress, setting the menu back down on the counter. Aimee brought up her long legs, crossing them on the seat. Looking around, she could see many of the patrons throwing glances at Athalya. Aimee guessed her eyes attracted lots of attention. She had met with that problem occasionally. Aimee's eyes, dark brown at the moment, would arbitrarily turn blue. It wasn't the blue that one found on most people. The blue was cold and frosty, reminding one of winter and glaciers and cool water and freshly fallen snow all at once. She couldn't control it, and didn't feel anything when they changed color. She would either see it in the mirror, or someone would ask her when she started wearing contacts, or what was the name of the color of contacts she wore because it was very pretty.
"So, are you just going to chill in here for a bit longer?" Aimee asked Athalya. "Or you about ready to head out?" Was she going to walk around in those shoes? Aimee probably had some spare clothes and shoes in the passenger side of her car, department store purchases she had made recently and neglected to take in. She had been debating the return of the items, as she felt they didn't quite suit her. Maybe she could give them to Athalya. Would she even want them?
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 24, 2009 17:38:18 GMT
Athal nodded when she mentioned she wasnt a soup kind of person, and Athal could understand why. then Aimee ordered onion rings and Athalya looked at her. "Ive never been able to figure out whats so good about onion rings." Athal said and laughed lightly. Then she noticed Aimees eyes being faintly icy in the brown and pointed towards her eyes. " Dont give me that cold look." Athal said to her, trying to make her know her eyes was changing colour. "Have you learned to control your eyes yet? have anyone given you any lessons in self control to make sure you dont use your power by accident" Athal whispered the question to Aimee and then sat back and looked at her. To show Aimee what control could do she caught her eyes with her own and held her look. Athalya made her eyes faint into a pale, washed out purple, and then slowly made them glow brighter and brighter. And then just for the fun of it she made her left eye fade in the glow, which resulted in her eyes looking even weirder.
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Post by aimee on Nov 24, 2009 23:00:04 GMT
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"Well, I like vegetables, and I like fried things. Fried onions? Fuck yeah," Aimee reasoned. "It's alright, I've got a fuck ton of mints for later," she added, opening up her handbag and flipping aside her wallet, various colorful tubes of Lip Smacker in different flavors, and a metallic pink Nintendo DS to reveal at least three little containers of mints. One was a blue tin of Eclipse in Winterfrost, and the other two were round plastic containers of Ice Breakers Sours, one original and the other in berry flavors. Aimee really just liked having something in her mouth to play with and candy or mints were perfect for her tongue to roll around with.
Athalya said something, and Aimee couldn't make sense of it. "Wha...?" Aimee's eyebrow raised up. She wasn't aware that she was giving any sort of expression like the one Athalya was talking about, or that she was even looking at Athalya at that moment. Finally, what Athalya said started to make sense when she leaned in to whisper interrogatively to Aimee as to whether she had learned to control her eyes yet. Aimee looked down at the reflective side of a metal napkin dispenser. Sure enough, her usually dark irises had changed into the beautiful and icy blue they sometimes took on.
Aimee waited patiently for Athalya's demonstration to end. Her eyes glowed and faded on command. "My eye color changing doesn't have anything to do with my power getting out of hand or anything," Aimee explained softly. "It doesn't affect my ability in any way. I was actually born with this eye color." She laughed. "The doctors were confused. Since my mom and dad had no blue eyes in their families, it couldn't have been a recessive trait. They just called it an odd case of heterochromia. But I know it's related to my power, because many people have told me when they look at my eyes in this color, they feel cold and are reminded of winter. And it's sort of an intuition." The waitress brought over Aimee's order of onion rings, fresh and warm, with spirals of heat rising from the fried food. Aimee grabbed a bottle of ketchup and proceeded to squeeze some into the basket. "When I turned three, my eyes started darkening into brown. They didn't start changing back to blue until about a year later. I tried to see if I could control it many times, but it's really just an capricious event." Casting spells required immaculate control and concentration, and Aimee was sure that despite possessing these, her eyes continued with their arbitrary metamorphosis.
Since Athalya hadn't answered, Aimee asked again. "Are you staying here for a bit longer or are you about to leave?" If Athalya was about to leave, maybe Aimee could run to her Corvette and present her with the clothes. At least the shoes, if she refused the clothes. Her shoes didn't look as if they would last too long, and people definitely needed shoes. Without anything to protect her feet, Aimee could just imagine all the bits of broken glass and sharp rocks Athalya could step on.
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 24, 2009 23:23:00 GMT
Athalya listend to Aimee talk, and shot the onion rings a glance. She then laughed at all the minty things in her purse. She waitred for the waitress to go far enough away for her to speak. "Well doctors are wrong when it comes to us special people, they just like to find a medical explanation for everything they have no clue on. And believe me, your powers are connected to your eyes, since thats the window from your body to the world. I met one, like your once, but she controlled heath, and could warm things up enough for them to burst into flames. Her eyes would glow red and people would feel warm and think of summer by looking into them. You cant control your eyes unless you know how to, and what to look for inside you. It took time, but i learned her how to control them. Me, i learned it by accident, being bored after staring into a mirror for 8 hours." Athalya said and laughed at the memory. "After i made my eyes glow for the first time on my own will i was too afraid to try again, but after some time i did, and i managed to learn the technique. First you need to learn to empty your mind, then you have to search inside you, if you can look inside, you will find that your filled with the coldness and icy blue light. Then practise that for a while and then start to will the light to dimm, to glow less. and thats how you control your eyes, after some time you can do it in a few second, without having to look inside yourself. Your eyes changing colour is the power shining from within you. It is like that with any human who had magical powers, their power shines out from their eyes. And thats also one of the ways i noticed your powers. Also it was rather cold around you, but normal mortals wouldnt notice that. But ive been trained from a long life to learn to notice that. And ive helped alot of young witches to gain control of their powers, and eyes." Athalya said and finished her little speach. She breathed a few times to answer Aimees question. "I have no plans to leave the warmth of the diner, Alice, the waitress lets me sit inhere for as long as i want, i dont bug any of the guests, and the poor kids from this neighbourhood comes in some times to listen while i tell stories." Athalya said and smiled to Aimee, and shot another glance at the onion rings. She took one of them and took a bite. "hmm, they are better than they were 50 years ago" Athalya whispered to Aimee as the waitress walked near them.
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Post by aimee on Nov 25, 2009 2:03:10 GMT
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Athalya waited for the waitress to leave the vicinity, and then started a monologue. Aimee listened all the way through. When Athalya had finished, Aimee shook her head. She wasn't saying the doctors were right. She had merely relayed the fact that the doctors finally chose to proclaim Aimee's unusual coloring as heterochromia, a natural occurence that happened in some humans involving a difference in coloration; perhaps Athalya didn't see the humor in it as Aimee did. Athalya's explanation sounded almost poetic when she described the eyes as windows to the world. In any case, what Athalya was telling her was probably the truth, but it didn't quite apply to Aimee.
"People are all different," Aimee began with a shrug. "Maybe that worked for the girl who controlled heat, but I've really tried seeing if I could control my eye color several times to no avail. I've just come to accept it anyways. I kind of like it. Just a little cosmetic quirk, I guess. People tell me looking at my blue eyes makes them think of winter and icy things, and it's just as well, as my inherent ability is just that. You're the first to say that it actually feels cold around me. But I think you're confusing something. My being a witch has nothing to do with my eye color, it's just an anomaly from my father's side." Aimee didn't really need help with concentration and control of her powers; she had immaculate control over her magic, and even more impeccable precision with her ice manipulation. She could freeze just about any liquid, or create ice seemingly out of nowhere, and so many things involving ice and frozen things. With the ice she created, she could form huge structures or tiny, detailed figures, or make a soft, shaven ice like in snow cones, or even extremely sharp icicles to slice neatly through flesh.
Poor kids from the neighborhood? Aimee almost raised her eyebrow in a quizzical manner. She didn't realize she had gone that far from Pacific Heights, that she had reached such a neighborhood in poverty that there was a group referred to as the poor kids. Aimee watched as Athalya reached over and helped herself to an onion ring. "No way!" Aimee laughed. "It must be all the genetic engineering," she joked. "I would have wanted to try onion rings from the 1950's. The diner era." She dipped an onion ring in ketchup and bit it, severing the onion and its fried batter outside neatly with her front teeth. "Well, then where are you headed after the diner closes?" Aimee inquired curiously. "You want a ride there or something?" she asked, feeling helpful.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tags:[/b][/font] Athalya Notes:[/b][/font] aimee's eyes really don't do anything related to her power. she doesn't freeze with her eyes. they just change colors sometimes and she can't do anything about it. her eyes and ice powers aren't from her witch side. i meant it in a figurative way when i said her eyes felt cold. when people look at aimee's eyes, they don't really feel cold, they are just reminded of winter and cold things because of their shade. i was going for the icy motif. ;D Word Count:[/b][/font] 448 Outfit:[/b][/font] here[/color][/size]
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Post by Athalya Shadestone on Nov 25, 2009 3:12:51 GMT
(I know Aimee, Athalya is merely explaining how its possible to connect the things to control it all. Like Athals eyes are Violet-purple, but telekinesis has no colour. The witch thing is one thing, then the ice thing is another. Athal is trying to make Aimee see that its possible to combine it all in one way to controle it all, and that it would be helpfull, so the colour changing doesnt happend in times when not needed.)
Athal shrugged and let it go. Clearly this girl didnt know what Athalya talked about. Athalya couldnt tell Aimee how it worked in details. But it was possible for even a normal human to have control over their eye colour, if only they knew how to find something inside them to combine it with. Usually it was just easier to combine it with magic. Athalya shook her head and gave herself a mental note never to talk to another witch again if she had nature climate manipulation magic in her veins. The witch who also had to ability to manipulate heath, had been more understanding and willing to learn. "only thing i know about the 50'ies is that the milkshake was great and the onion rings where less fried in grease. I have no where you could drive me to. I sleep where i find it suitable for me, in my current state of life. But soon ill start working again and then hopefully ill get some moneys soon enough. Im in no rush in my life, would hate to rush through something that i could spend a decade on." Athalya said and hoped Aimee would get her hint, being an immortal made you stop, and not rush through things. Athalya finished the onion ring and made a mental note to herself to not order onion rings ever in her life, she would prefer cooking them herself.
She looked outside the window and saw it getting dark, even tho it was still around noon. "5 bucks on its gonna rain in less than 10 minutes, and im no weather witch." Athal said with a smile looking at Aimee.
NOTE: i know its short, but im very very sleepy right now hehe.
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Post by aimee on Nov 29, 2009 19:41:17 GMT
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Athalya didn't approach the subject anymore, and Aimee supposed they wouldn't really know what either one was talking about. Perhaps the girl who controlled heat could combine her ability with her magic, but for Aimee, her eyes weren't something she had found to be easily amended. Even some of the elders of her witch's coven had dictated for Aimee to just let it alone. It was alright, even if she couldn't do whatever the girl Athalya talked about did; people varied in different ways. Perhaps it wasn't within Aimee's abilities to do that.
"Well, I wish you luck then," Aimee said, hoping this an appropriate thing to say. Maybe she should yank out one of Athalya's strands of hair to use for a luck charm when she got home. She remembered when she was younger, around fourteen, her father dead and Aimee alone on the streets of Manhattan. It had been cold, but that didn't really bother her. She had a higher tolerance for cold than normal people. She had managed to secure temporary work, or at least do errands for some people in exchange for food or money. It was hard for a fourteen year old to find anyone to hire her. Aimee guessed Athalya was the independent sort, so maybe she wouldn't need any help, or the spare clothes Aimee had.
Aimee looked to the window, onion ring in hand. "Well, divination was always one of my weak points, but I think I can safely predict that we will be experiencing some sort of precipitation," Aimee replied, eying the sky. Yes, she was quite terrible at divination. Crystal balls and tea leaves and tarot cards never worked right for her. Every time she laid down tarot cards for herself, a gruesome death was in store for her, and as of yet, she was still alive.
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