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Post by pilipinas on Mar 26, 2010 12:30:36 GMT -5
He had come to hate rain. The devil's luck seemed to haunt him so, since he had dreamed of leaving the constant torrential downpours in Europe (Well, Britain; he hadn't gone much elsewhere and just assumed all of Europe was rainy too) for so long. Now he was back in Asia, and to spite him, it was raining. How unfair. With all these excursions he began to realize just how much of a shut-in he really was. He was in Asia, yes, but he had no idea where. He had no idea how to get back to his home, how to find his family.
He was in a town of some sort. Not quite a city, it didn't seem big enough to be. Feng could assume this was a market street, since either side of the dirt turned muddy road were stalls and kiosks with various wares. Fish, fruit, vegetables, concoctions and home made medicines, as well as tools, incense and trinkets meant to bring in foreign interest. The smell was indescribable simply because there was no definite smell -- everything from pipe smoke to old fish mixed together to make the odour only a market could hold. To most it was abhorred; disgusting. To him it was familiar and nostalgic, even if the rain made the streets a little emptier. He still walked down the street, unsure of his destination or where to find it. He was getting quite dampered by the rain, but the shouts in Cantonese and Mandarin and other various pitched languages was a surprising comfort. . .
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Post by England on Mar 26, 2010 13:23:41 GMT -5
Ugh... he hated the rain. He hated the cold, the wet, the smell of dampness... and he especially hated it today because he forgot his umbrella back on the ship, leaving him drenched - he sniffled unhappily as his hair hung into his face and around his shoulders as his hair gel was washed out. But, right now, even as miserable as he was, he needed to be able to wander. He was... tired. Tired of everything and to make things worse, Yao was being all... protective of him again. It was really getting on his nerves...
So, he walked, through the wet and the misery, not really paying attention to where he was going.
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Post by pilipinas on Mar 26, 2010 16:21:38 GMT -5
He wasn't sure how far he wandered, but the market street was far from ending. He kept looking around, like his family would walk around the street corner and coincidentally find him. It could happen, he thought. With the right amount of luck, anything could happen. Feng never found himself too lucky, though. He frowned; he wasn't going to get anywhere without at least being more systematic about it.
Feng shook the downpour out of his hair. It didn't work too well, since it was raining still. He frowned up at the rain. It was like that's all he could do lately; frown and run. He approached a nearby market stand, dropping a silver coin on the table -- a coin he had taken a while ago from the hold on the grim -- and taking an umbrella from the holster held up by the kiosk. The umbrella was red papery material pulled over thin bamboo sticks. the outside was decorated with leafy patterns embedded in paint and oils. At the very least, he wouldn't get as wet now.
He turned the corner, but bumped into someone. Another Asian boy -- well, they were in ASIA after all -- with messy hair hanging about his face. For a minute, Feng thought he was Yao because of the longer hair. Upon closer inspection, however, it wasn't. There was still a familiar feeling about the boy though. Feng gave a small bow in apology for the run-in. This boy looked pretty soaked-through by the rain. Well. . . it never hurt to help. Seeing little option other than just walking away, Feng extended his arm to hold the umbrella over the stranger rather than himself.
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Post by England on Mar 29, 2010 12:58:59 GMT -5
He was snapped out of his grouchy thoughts when he collided with someone - for fuck's sake, why didn't people watch where they were going?!? he thought to himself - making him more aware of how wet he was by the way his clothing clung to his skin as he pulled away. "Damn it watch where you're goi-" he looked up to glare at the person as he was speaking, but he lost his voice when he saw the other boys face.
...the surge of familiarity was overshadowed by the sudden flush that grew across his face and made his eyes widen, especially as the other offered to shelter him from the rain. "...nng..." he trailed off with a squeak.
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 3, 2010 16:00:39 GMT -5
So the other had a mouth on him. He seemed pretty irked, but it was just an accident. Nothing to get irritated about, Feng assumed. Meh, some people were touchy sometimes. He first thought he was going to get yelled at -- again -- but after making eye contact, the boy quieted down. It was hard to describe since it wasn't a reaction Feng was expecting. It wasn't scared, but surprised, almost embarrassed. And yet there was something that he just couldn't put his finger on. Something vaguely . . . something. It wasn't a memory in his mind, maybe in his muscle. No, it wasn't that either. It was something farther beyond that, dangling just out of reach, but within sight of his mind's eye.
Feng peered at the other boy, not rudely, but staring unintentionally. He tilted his head, like one looking at an art piece hoping it would make sense if viewed sideways. The drenched boy's words slurred into a mumble and a squeak. Strange.
Maybe there was something Feng knew about the boy. ". . . Are you from the village?" He asked. Maybe he was one of the other boys that Yao had helped take care of in their childhood years. Feng hadn't seen any of them in so long, it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't recognize them on the spot.
OoC:// Sorry I'm rushing. > < //
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Post by England on Apr 4, 2010 12:13:16 GMT -5
It was almost like a staring contest between the two of them, silently trying to figure out who the other was. Cái, who would normally be really annoyed at the lack of memories didn't feel all that bad... instead, he felt this odd little feeling that he couldn't describe or understand in the slightest.
The other boy spoke again and it snapped him out of his near daze and sent the faintest of flushes shooting across his face to disappear just as fast. "V-village?" he asked in confusion, trying to understand what the other was talking about.
(XD no worries there HK~)
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 6, 2010 20:27:18 GMT -5
"Village," Feng parroted. What else was there to call it? There were thousands of nameless little groups of cottages around Asia that everyone called villages. He couldn't give directions, he couldn't describe the directions there. It was just. . . home. There was a hole in the world map in his mind. There was Asia, there was home -- and then there was Europe. And that was it. nothing in between but what he assumed to be open ocean.
Clearly, this conversation was going the same direction he was; a little quicker than nowhere. The staring contest hadn't ceased though. If anything, Feng was good at just that: staring. He was quiet for another minute. The other seemed to have these on and off flashes of colour in his pale complexion. Instinctly, Feng set his palm gently against the boy's forehead. ". . . Fever?"
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Post by England on Apr 6, 2010 20:34:22 GMT -5
"I... don't know if I'm from the village you're talking abo-" he was in the middle of answering, finally understanding what the other wanted when a warm, damp palm was placed across his forehead which felt incredibly good against his chilled skin. Of course, it didn't do anything for the flush that had been across his face - in fact, it came back stronger and brighter than before.
And yet he didn't particularily mind it being there... Blinking, startled by the sudden contact, he felt his mouth go dry of answers other than an another unintelligent noise. Inwardly he cursed at sounding the fool.
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 6, 2010 22:08:29 GMT -5
Fengtilted his head curiously. No fever. Moreso, it was a strange thing for him to do on instinct, to be outwardly concerned with another. It was like an instinct; that's what he assumed anyway, since it was irrational and no doubt outside of his average comfort zone. But something -- that feeling just out of his grasp -- was just on the edge of compelling him to easily associate with this person.
He gingerly took his hand away. It was about time he actually learn something constructive of this other person. "Your name?" He asked. Should he give his own name? Maybe it was only fair. (Hey, he was already sharing his umbrella.)
"Wang Feng," He added on, short and clipped as usual.
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Post by England on Apr 8, 2010 11:48:56 GMT -5
Able to form coherent words again now that the hand was off his head, he licked his lips to moisten them enough so he could speak properly before answering - after all, it was only polite. "C-Cái..." he stuttered, shivering in a sudden cool breeze. Clenching his long-sleeved arms around his waist didn't help too much as the silk didn't trap heat.
The breeze became a strong wind, flinging his cold, wet hair across his face and forcing him to hunch over to try and keep as much heat in as possible. He wasn't aware that it made him rather like a drowned kitten.
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 14, 2010 22:20:02 GMT -5
Cái, he said. A stutter, but that was what he said. Still, Feng couldn't quite let go of the fact that he seemed . . . well, pitiable. Not in a sad sense, but it almost made one want to protect him. At least he had a name to put to the face. Maybe he really was sick? Not feverish, but standing in the rain wasn't helping. Even with the umbrella, wind and rain made gave the air a chill. It wasn't the warmest season in the year either.
Feng looked the boy over now fully. Cái couldn't be much older than himself, if not the same age. He wondered how long the other had been in the rain -- he was more soaked through than Feng was already. Not that he was one to talk; Feng was just wandering around too. Across the dirt road was a low-lit tavern of sorts. Not too populated, it seemed -- it was too early in the evening for that. Mid-afternoon, really. The Asian took a few steps towards the door, before turning back to Cái to see if he was following. Right, he wasn't alone. Maybe explain himself. . .
". . . To get away from the cold rain," He suggested, in a way, gesturing over to the tavern with his hand, the other keeping the umbrella over the two of them.
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Post by England on Apr 18, 2010 17:15:01 GMT -5
He hesitated, feet itching just to keep walking, to try and outrun his problems. Then he sneezed, head pitching forward, even just a few inches, and that decided him. He hated being sick with a passion. So, with a few quick steps - so quickly, in fact, that he left the shelter of the umbrella - to dart closer to the promise of warmth.
"S-sounds like a good idea." And on the plus side, it would be the first time he'd ever get to go in a tavern - well, the first time in memory - as there was no Yao to stop him. Subconsciously, he huddled closer to the other asian, trying to glean even just the slightest warmth.
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 23, 2010 22:14:23 GMT -5
There was something unsettling about the other young man sticking so close. Not a bad feeling, but an awkward shyness that ruptured his heart.
The inside of the tavern was warmly lit by lamps along the walls. There were short, rectangular tables about the room -- some in better condition than others -- with benches and beaten mats to sit at. A handful of the seating area was occupied, mostly older men and sailors, dotted with the occasional foreigner. The only sound amongst the room was a low chatter of crowds, and a quiet musical twang from the musician near the back. Feng lowered the umbrella, shaking out the excess rainfall from the creases, and tossing it aside to the corner of umbrellas -- probably the other patrons' items.
Feng looked over his shoulder to Cái, like he was making sure he was still there. Kind of a redundant move, since the boy was standing so close that his presence was hard to forget. Like a dog, the Chinese boy shook out his hair, drips flicking off. He sat down at a nearby table, only now realizing that his legs had become tired from walking all day. He waited for Cái to take a seat. Another silence. He thought for a moment about asking about his family -- His own or Cái's. He didn't seem to know about the village, though, so it probably wasn't possible for him to know Yao or Mei.
"Are you alone . . . ?" Feng asked after a quiet moment.
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Post by England on Apr 25, 2010 12:44:08 GMT -5
Not wanting to lose that slight warmth, he huddled down in the seat beside Feng, eyes roving for a moment to see if a barmaid would be coming by. He'd love a cup of tea right about now. Shivering almost violently the only reason he knew that the other boy had asked a question was because he was looking at his face. There was enough noise in the tavern that hearing the quiet-speaker was near impossible. But, managing to gather what he'd said, Cái licked his lips before answering, sticking his hands under his legs in a hope to warm them up until he could get that tea.
"Alone? ... I am right now - I came in on a ship. But it's been... cloying... so I needed to get away for a bit." he tried to explain without giving away too much information. As... odd as the other boy felt, he logically knew he shouldn't trust him.
But he was warm...
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 26, 2010 19:45:02 GMT -5
Was the rain so cold? Well, Feng was wearing thicker cloth than silk. Cái must've been outside longer than he had, though. Well, whatever. Feng, as much as he was comfortable alone, didn't mind company. An Asian woman, hair tied back into a tight bun with an apron over her traditional garb walked past, tossing a look their way.
"Two oolong," Feng placed the order in deadpan. Well, it was just green tea. Who didn't like it? And it had been so long since he had it. Cái was shivering enough to probably take anything that offered heat. The woman gave a curt nod and disappeared behind the counter.
Feng returned his attention to the other. So he came on a ship too? He wondered where Cái was from. He wasn't from the village, Feng knew that much. Asia, obviously, from the look of him. Something about his wandering in the rain made him somewhat seem like a lost puppy, though. Maybe he was looking for his siblings too, as coincidence as it could be. He hoped, anyhow. "Family?" Feng returned to the conversation while waiting on tea. Might as well . . .
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