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Post by Artemis on Nov 26, 2006 12:01:55 GMT -5
"Okay!" Artemis chirped, following Aes down the street. The crowd seemed to be in front of a shop of sorts, and was... yelling? Cheering? She couldn't tell what they were doing. Were they angry or just loud? Who knew?
--Oh right, Feile. A wide, mischevious grin spread across Artemis's face as she turned back to him. "Hurry up, Feile... unless you want to be eaten," she cackled.
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Post by Feile DeAnam on Dec 3, 2006 2:29:24 GMT -5
Doom was practically written across Feile's face when Artemis mentioned being eaten. With a somewhat stiff body, Feile meandered his way towards the crazy woman.
At least the insane woman will keep the homeless hordes at bay... Feile cried mentally, admitting he had to rely the erratic woman.
After the official had woken up, and was no longer in danger, he was completely dropped from Feile's mind. What the official did now was up to him, whether he followed the motly crew or went off on his own.
Feile shivered as he got closer to Artemis, and glanced around nervously several times, positive the rabid homeless masses were watching him, just waiting for their chance. If Feile hadn't had his pride, he might have clung to Artemis in security, but there was no way in this world he would allow himself to be seen in such a manner.
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Post by Artemis on Dec 4, 2006 1:27:19 GMT -5
Now, Artemis was absolutely horrible at reading body language. She missed the most blatant verbal hints from people, and couldn't tell the difference between somebody who was ready to turn around and scream in her face for hours from somebody who really wanted that new pair of shoes. To her, everybody was happy all the time (excluding select special occasions), because that's how she was. If they weren't acting happy, they were containing their joy.
This must have been one of those special occasions, though, because even Artemis could tell that Feile was... uncomfortable. He didn't really think he was going to be eaten, did he? She thought he was just being weird when he said that. None of these people even looked homeless, anyway. They were tourists! True, now that she got closer, Artemis saw that they weren't the richest tourists around, but honestly. There wasn't a hobo in sight.
...Or, at least, what Artemis thought a hobo was. She wasn't sure if she'd actually seen one before.
"Haha, Feile, I was joking! You're so paranoid. Look, even if some weirdo wanted to eat you, it's not like you have anything on you to eat," she said, poking his upper arm lightly. It was obvious, even through the long-sleeve shirt, that Feile was likely just as skinny as Artemis was.
As the trio grew closer to the crowd, she saw that what she had originally thought was one shop turned out to be the corner to another street, which was lined on both sides with twenty or more stalls, each selling something completely different from its neighbors. This one had fresh vegetables (Artemis wrinkled her nose at them), that one had computer gadgetry, and the one after that had some weird parrot-like birds for sale. The entire crowd, including the vendors, was haggling at the top of its lungs. Combined with the noise of small children running underfoot, and the squawking of the parrot-things, Artemis could almost see how Feile would be uncomfortable. It could have been pretty intimidating, what with the noise and people and all. The first time Artemis had been to an open market (though she wasn't sure if this counted as one, since it was so tightly packed into such an obscure street), she'd had a mental shutdown akin to one of her sister's. There was just too much going on at the same time.
She hoped Feile would save any nervous breakdowns until they found somewhere to sit. Artemis wanted to finish Aes's gun.
((Lawl, scene development and lack of hyper. And crazy-long post.))
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