Post by Lily on Sept 13, 2009 13:35:53 GMT -8
~Elveda: Marketplace~
The crowds in the streets reacted very badly to the sound of the alarm. There was shock, and there was silence, and the huge group buckled and remained where they were, quietly trying to discern what was happening. Then, Sam noticed a strange figure make its way through and past the shocked populace. It was a man, at Sam’s best guess, dressed in a heavy cloak suited for the desert winds, and a headscarf probably meant to shield the face. The figure weaved its way past the people, and moved out of the market.
The crowds did not move, or stir, but once the man had left, they all hurriedly began to move once more. People were attempting to enter buildings and houses, and store owners were trying to gather as much merchandise and money as they could, before sloppily closing shop. The tongues began to wag, and whispers began to travel, then the murmured voices turned to talking, and then the talking began to turn to shouting.
Suddenly, Sam realized that they were staring at him. It was, after all, too obvious that he was a Lonely. And a deranged-looking Lonely, no less!
“Hey! That man over there! Is he a part of this too?!” cried one woman. Another voice responded, “Yes, yes! Just look! I think he’s straight from the Orphanage!”
“How did he get all the way out here?!”
Sam glanced around in a panic, knowing who they all meant. However, he couldn’t find the will to move!
Then, a set of identical Twins in their late thirties, dressed in clothing that suggested they were from the Cradle, made a sharp glare at Sam. One of the two, pointed his finger, and shouted, “Get him! Apprehend him, now!”
The crowd lunged for Sam, and the gangly Lonely suddenly sprung up into the air. The people that reached for him fell on top of one other in a messy pile. Sam landed upon their backs, and leaped again for the head of another member of the crowd. The people suddenly grew energized, for they believed that he was the one who was escaping from the Orphanage.
Sam leapt from person to person, practically running on top of people, as some of the Twins in the crowd began to attempt to use magic against him. Though the spells were weak, the effects were noticeable to Sam as he escaped the market. Sam flipped, and somersaulted from one woman’s head, and dodged the elements whizzing past him with a crazed smile on his face.
Sam laughed almost hysterically, his panic turning to glee. Adrenaline pumped fiercely through his body and granted energy to his arms and legs. The sky grew darker, and colder, and Sam’s body reacted to the changes with even more gusto than before. While the heat of daytime slowed him down, the coolness of the approaching night pumped him up.
Launching himself out of the crowd, and towards the walls, Sam grabbed a pole that stuck out from a building, and used it swing up to the roof. He turned and stared down at the crowds below, idly dodging a couple Zephyrean blasts of air. Then Sam bent down, arms on his knees, and cried, “HELLLLOOOOO TWINNIES! Think you can catch me?! Try again!”
Then he turned, and ran from rooftop to rooftop, out of the reach of the crowds, and even some of their spells. Though Sam was running his way towards the Orphanage beyond town, he wasn’t aware of it.
“Oh, what pretty little magics flying prettily through the air! I wonder why They keep trying to catch me? Don’t They know? Don’t They know that Sam is untouchable?! They don’t stand a chance if I’m wearing stickies!!!”
The crowds in the streets reacted very badly to the sound of the alarm. There was shock, and there was silence, and the huge group buckled and remained where they were, quietly trying to discern what was happening. Then, Sam noticed a strange figure make its way through and past the shocked populace. It was a man, at Sam’s best guess, dressed in a heavy cloak suited for the desert winds, and a headscarf probably meant to shield the face. The figure weaved its way past the people, and moved out of the market.
The crowds did not move, or stir, but once the man had left, they all hurriedly began to move once more. People were attempting to enter buildings and houses, and store owners were trying to gather as much merchandise and money as they could, before sloppily closing shop. The tongues began to wag, and whispers began to travel, then the murmured voices turned to talking, and then the talking began to turn to shouting.
Suddenly, Sam realized that they were staring at him. It was, after all, too obvious that he was a Lonely. And a deranged-looking Lonely, no less!
“Hey! That man over there! Is he a part of this too?!” cried one woman. Another voice responded, “Yes, yes! Just look! I think he’s straight from the Orphanage!”
“How did he get all the way out here?!”
Sam glanced around in a panic, knowing who they all meant. However, he couldn’t find the will to move!
Then, a set of identical Twins in their late thirties, dressed in clothing that suggested they were from the Cradle, made a sharp glare at Sam. One of the two, pointed his finger, and shouted, “Get him! Apprehend him, now!”
The crowd lunged for Sam, and the gangly Lonely suddenly sprung up into the air. The people that reached for him fell on top of one other in a messy pile. Sam landed upon their backs, and leaped again for the head of another member of the crowd. The people suddenly grew energized, for they believed that he was the one who was escaping from the Orphanage.
Sam leapt from person to person, practically running on top of people, as some of the Twins in the crowd began to attempt to use magic against him. Though the spells were weak, the effects were noticeable to Sam as he escaped the market. Sam flipped, and somersaulted from one woman’s head, and dodged the elements whizzing past him with a crazed smile on his face.
Sam laughed almost hysterically, his panic turning to glee. Adrenaline pumped fiercely through his body and granted energy to his arms and legs. The sky grew darker, and colder, and Sam’s body reacted to the changes with even more gusto than before. While the heat of daytime slowed him down, the coolness of the approaching night pumped him up.
Launching himself out of the crowd, and towards the walls, Sam grabbed a pole that stuck out from a building, and used it swing up to the roof. He turned and stared down at the crowds below, idly dodging a couple Zephyrean blasts of air. Then Sam bent down, arms on his knees, and cried, “HELLLLOOOOO TWINNIES! Think you can catch me?! Try again!”
Then he turned, and ran from rooftop to rooftop, out of the reach of the crowds, and even some of their spells. Though Sam was running his way towards the Orphanage beyond town, he wasn’t aware of it.
“Oh, what pretty little magics flying prettily through the air! I wonder why They keep trying to catch me? Don’t They know? Don’t They know that Sam is untouchable?! They don’t stand a chance if I’m wearing stickies!!!”