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Look upward and share the wonders I've seen
Chiana walked through the gardens, black eyes wide as she took in the strange array of alien flora. She had never seen flowers of such colour as this one, or one that smelled as sickly sweet as that one, and what of these strange vines? Inside the hotel, she felt on edge, surrounded by too many people, most of them those humans that looked exactly like Sebaceans. Peacekeepers everywhere, how could she not be on edge.
But out here, it turned out, she could relax. There was nobody that might harm her, and nobody she might need to take advantage of. Just plants, and her. She followed a strange yellow and black striped flying bug as it flitted from one flower to the next, her lips stretched in a smile full of wonder. If only Nerri were here to see this with her…
She stopped where she was when she caught sight of a field, and in it... What kind of animals were these? There were a few of them, four-legged and big, even taller than her when they raised their heads, grazing in that pasture. They came in different colours as well and, before she'd really decided to, her feet had taken her to the edge of the pasture. They seemed so peaceful, but she didn't dare vault over the barrier, wary of creatures she did not know. Some would turn on you in an instant.
She shifted her balance when one of the animals headed her way; she was ready to flee. A curious tilt of her head, but the animal just stopped in front of her, on the other side of the barrier, and watched her placidly. She shifted her balance again and leaned closer, extending a gloved hand to pat its brown coat. The animal sighed out through its nostrils, but let her. She smiled again and stepped closer, laughing her shrill little laugh when the animal nudged his nose at her hand. "You're a bossy one, what do you want," she asked it, delighted, and resumed petting it. "Shame the microbes don't work on your language, huh?"
But out here, it turned out, she could relax. There was nobody that might harm her, and nobody she might need to take advantage of. Just plants, and her. She followed a strange yellow and black striped flying bug as it flitted from one flower to the next, her lips stretched in a smile full of wonder. If only Nerri were here to see this with her…
She stopped where she was when she caught sight of a field, and in it... What kind of animals were these? There were a few of them, four-legged and big, even taller than her when they raised their heads, grazing in that pasture. They came in different colours as well and, before she'd really decided to, her feet had taken her to the edge of the pasture. They seemed so peaceful, but she didn't dare vault over the barrier, wary of creatures she did not know. Some would turn on you in an instant.
She shifted her balance when one of the animals headed her way; she was ready to flee. A curious tilt of her head, but the animal just stopped in front of her, on the other side of the barrier, and watched her placidly. She shifted her balance again and leaned closer, extending a gloved hand to pat its brown coat. The animal sighed out through its nostrils, but let her. She smiled again and stepped closer, laughing her shrill little laugh when the animal nudged his nose at her hand. "You're a bossy one, what do you want," she asked it, delighted, and resumed petting it. "Shame the microbes don't work on your language, huh?"
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Then again, this hotel has become quite the challenge upon his grasp on reality. "Food and affection," he says, having overheard her question. "Generally, that's what anyone wants, isn't it?" he adds, with a flash of a charming grin.
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But not right now; right now, it's a smaller twitch of her lips, like she's not more confident than that about it, as she shifts her balance from one foot to the other. "I don't even know what it eats." Hopefully not Nebari, though, and she turns back to the animal when it noses at her shoulder. Definitely pushy, and she resumes petting its head. "Affection'll have to do."
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Hopefully frowning is all he'd do. Eames doesn't actually think Arthur's armed right now. "What's your name, then?"
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Her friend the animal has wandered off back to its mates, probably on account of the lack of food, so she hops on the fence, sitting on top of it, making the precarious balance look natural.
"I hear that just happens to some people," she adds, and shrugs. She'll wait however long she has to before she can go back. She's nothing if not adaptable.
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"I mean on the other side of whichever door we step through," Chiana replies, still watching him closely. He seems so carefree, and she can't figure out if it's an act or the truth of who he is. She isn't sure if that would make him crazy or wise, to be perfectly honest. "There's no telling that'll be half as pleasant a stay."
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Eames doesn't flinch or change his outward appearance, remaining calm in the face of this suggestion. "I assure you that I'm well capable of managing myself in any situation. Once, a very long time ago in my younger days," he says, rueful as though he has many stories about those days, "I served my country quite thoroughly in the army."
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But his next words ruin any kind of friendliness she might have felt for him, although it doesn't show outwardly. 'Once' and 'a very long time ago' (how long is a long time ago, for humans, she really isn't sure), but military men can always come in handy, she has learned, even if she has never appreciated them other than as marks. Serving. That was the right word for it.
"Well then," she grins, clearly warmly teasing as she pushes off the fence and steps towards him, "that's gotta mean I'd be perfectly safe in your company." She doesn't think he's the type to go for a girl without a little spunk, so friendly teasing is the obvious way to go.
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They stop in front of a few doors, and she points at them in turn, humming a Nebari song under her breath, before she grins at Eames and picks the one in the middle, because she likes it best.
She opens it and takes half a step in, standing in the doorframe and looking in at the quiet room on the other side. It doesn't look like anything she's seen before coming to the hotel, with what she has learned to recognise as a very human pattern on the walls. Curtains, a couple of rugs, refined wooden furniture (how odd; wood is for things not refined, the way she sees it, wood is for blunt and rustic and simple), warm tones and shelves full of old-fashioned books. She steps in fully to go and look out the window, without expecting her life disc to start functioning again. This is clearly not her universe.
Outside, the streets are dirty and filled with humans. There are more of those four-legged animals, being ridden or pulling carts along. She puts her gloved hand on the window pane and watches for a few seconds, dark eyes wide and unblinking, before she glances back to check on Eames, and the door.
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"Do you want to go outside?"
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She turns her head to look at Eames with a half smile as she continues, "So, are they likely to think I'm a superor being or a threat? Getting lynched wasn't in my plans for today."
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She isn't dressed anything like the people outside, in her corset, skintight pants and tall boots, but that's the least of what's going to make her stand out.
"Let's go and have an adventure."
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People you can't trust are the best people, of course.
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"If that's the case, I should have brought my rap sheet," he says, privately delighted by the idea that she likes the notion of him being a convict and that it isn't a strike against him but rather something to be obscenely proud of. "I'm quite the accomplished ne'er-do-well. I take it that's something you enjoy?"
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He made her go first through the door, it's only fair play.
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Eames chuckles, low and warm, and doesn't mind at all when she makes the gesture. He allows a bow of his head, smirking as he wanders through the door in order to head outside, fixing his hat before he does much else. "I'm glad to know my new companion has great manners," he praises wryly.
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"Manners," she echoes thoughtfully, as if trying to remember what those are. "Sure, I can have those. I'm not sure about human manners, though," she adds with a warning smile, just a little sharp, before she follows him out the door. She stands on the doorstep for a few seconds, just taking it all in. There's so much dust, and so much is made of wood. It looks primitive, which is fitting for humans. Le 1 août 2014 18:36, "seeorseem - DW Comment" dw_null@dreamwidth.org a écrit :
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"Mine? I made a point never to develop any, Eames." Her answer sounds a little distracted, because she still expects people to attack her. Some stare on their way past them, some others do a weird gesture with their hands, forehead-chest-shoulder-shoulder, and others seem happy to ignore her. Fine with her, and she looks back at her companion with a sharp smile. "The ones I was supposed to grow involved not having an opinion. Or much freedom. I didn't really care for them." Le 2 août 2014 20:16, "seeorseem - DW Comment" dw_null@dreamwidth.org a écrit :
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"Though, not as interesting as this," he says, of the Wild West around him.
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"Hello," she called out, ready to flee if she had to.
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he replied. He wondered how she would react to the thought-speech.
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"And where are you from?" she asked curiously, still ready to run at an instant's notice. That tail. That tail.