|.| Inception |.| Semi-literate to Literate

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Karen heard a new footsteps in the café. Slowly, and nonchalantly turned to look - as any other curious person with nothing better to do with their day might do. It was a girl, around sixteen or seventeen, with brown hair. The girl was soaked through. 'That makes two of us', Karen thought wryly, turning back around to where her coffee sat in a chipped, stained mug. She traced the rim of it thoughtfully, her eyes flicking to the window and searching the street for any-one she knew. This was not a sign of loneliness, but of wariness. The only people who knew her were the ones who wanted to kill her.

She cautiously took out her totem and fingered it lightly, her posture relaxing slightly as she felt the grooves beneath the tips of her fingers. Nothing had changed about it. This wasn't a dream. 'If your so sure, then why do you keep checking?', she thought to herself. Karen was a firm believer in human intuition. She had a growing sense of something happening. Whether it was good or bad she did not know. But she did care.

One small change could make the entire world stop spinning. Not literally, of course, but in an awestruck way. She sighed. But today was not the day for that change. After all, it was raining. If you were to change the world, you would do it on a more memorable day, not a drizzling, misty day in a city which no-one really cared about.

[asexual pirate;;]

Althea raised a hand and debated going into the coffee shop she was standing by. The rain was beginning to soak through her thin jacket, but by her cautious eyes, anyone could tell she didn't care. Deciding she didn't want coffee, she walked inside anyways and sat near the window, rolling her marble in the palm of her hand.

For the first time, she tensed as she carefully rolled it. Realizing that she wasn't in a dream, she returned her gaze quickly to the window, putting her marble back into her pocket. Glancing out of the corners of her eyes, she could see a few people milling around, waitresses, other people sitting, and one with particulary drenched brown hair.

Althea ever so slightly raised an eyebrow, it didn't look as if the rain bothered this girl. To Althea, rain and water wasn't her favorite, and her intricate bun had to be pulled down so her chocolate brown hair was hanging loose on her shoulders.

[RoseQ]

Alex knew sitting her would do nothing about his problems what so ever. He needed to get back to Hungary some how, and extraction was the way to do it. Totem in hand, he rolled out of the chair he sat in. He quickly sweeped on his dark jeans with his hands. He grabbed a jacket from the ground and slipped it over his arms. Quickly, he opened the door and walked outside.

Hand in his pockets, totem in hand Alex walked along. He didn't know where he was going, but He would let his feet take him there. He took ou his totem and gazed at it. It was the only thing that separated realit and the dream world. Alex was starting to wonder what real was. He was afraid of that question, of the idea. He knew what it could do...

[tide.]

{Sorry for the short post D8}



Echo

Echo's heart slammed against her chest. After doing her first Inception at only thirteen, she had gone nearly completely insane. She wasn't completely insane, though. She'd kept her will to recognize the dreams and fragments of the reality she'd once lived. She fingered the totem the ball wasn't spinning. It wasn't a dream. Echo exhaled, her heart slowing a bit after that. Echo's eyes searched the room. Nothing had changed. Echo kept the gun in her jeans and she stood up. She walked over calmly to the door and slid it open. Echo stepped outside, locked her door, and then walked down stairs. The door man eyed her suspiciously, but Echo walked past nonchalantly.

She walked outside through the rain, which had slowed to a drizzle, and figured that she'd head over to the coffee shop she'd heard about recently. The walk wasn't that long, maybe five or ten yards from her apartment. Echo stepped inside and her mind spun. So many people. People who she didn't trust yet, people who probably didn't trust her. All of them could be murderers. All of them . . . . Echo shook her head lightly and stepped up to the register. "Cappuccino, please." she said, handing over the cash. Echo took the cappuccino, wandered over to a booth, and sat down. She discreetly pulled out her totem and fingered it lightly.

Echo sank down and sipped the drink. She twirled the ball, but then let it stand still. Reality wasn't all it had cracked up to be. "Life is too short," people had always said. Yeah, well life seemed a bit too long to her. Echo leaned back. She let out a breath through pursed lips. When she got back, she'd dream. She'd dream about her parents. She'd try to figure out what happened. She just had to know.

[asexual pirate;;]

Althea raised her head as yet another new person walked in. Suddenly feeling nervous, Althea twitched in her seat and gazed out the window nonchalantly. Althea sighed quietly, thinking and remembering.

[i]Remembering what? Althea thought painfully. How her parents had died? How every one she loved had died? How even three extractions was painful to her, scared of going down, back into Limbo? Althea bit her lip and traced the grains of the table with her finger, her other hand now playing with the marble she had just put back into her pocket. [/i]

[RoseQ]

Alex found his feet instinctively carry him to a coffee shop. His old girlfriend back in Hungary worked at one, so it was just instinct he picked one out.
Zsarah... he thought. He sat down, but didn't order anything. He wasn't in the mood.
Zsrah, Erzsebet, Rozalia, Zsuzsannah.... Alex continued to think, deep eyes lost. I have to get back. But then he remembered... How did he know they ever existed? Extraction was worrying him... He was afraid he had made up his whole life in Hungary...
What if he had?

He sat for a long time, tapping at his totem, lost in thought. He considered the real world often, and what real was. He had to calm down and accept the fact that this was reality.
This world was real.

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Karen tensed as yet another person walked in. She couldn't turn around again. It would make her seem jumpy. Something she didn't want to seem. Not in public. That would single her out. Remove her cover. Just what they wanted her to do. She wouldn't. Instead she fingered her coffee cup idly, whilst looking at the window. If you focused reasonably hard, you could see the reflections of the café in the glass. She smiled slightly as she saw it was just another girl, also a little wet. She looked down at the table once more.

Her thoughts drifted back to the life changing day almost six years ago. She had been sat outside the principal's office, where she seemed to spend most of her time in school. She had been contemplating walking away from the office, as she had done multiple times before before deciding that there was no point. Her father was in there already, and if she left down, he'd probably blow a fuse. She had sighed and folded her arms. At that moment her father had marched out of the office, his face red with fury. He had jabbed a finger in her face and said, in a loud, angry voice, "This is it! The last straw. You are going to military school, whether you like it or not". Of course, she protested and it had turned into a full blown argument. As he grabbed her arm and dragged her off the school campus she could remember thinking, 'I'll make him pay.'.

A sharp noise brought her back to the present. She jolted, before looking around. Nothing seemed to have made the noise. 'That can't be right', she thought suspiciously, 'Something made a noise'. Puzzled, she continued to look around. She shrugged to herself and turned back to the window. She was still tense and alert, but partially satisfied that no-one was trying to sneak up on her.

[asexual pirate;;]

Althea relaxed against her seat, trying her best to keep herself relaxed. Lately she had realized she had been to jumpy, and wanted desperatly the chance to relax. Sighing once again, she glanced once more around the coffee house, at how many people had started gathering in the room.

Althea blinked as she remembered playing in a place like this when she was little, when she had no worries excpet how to beat her father in a chess game. Althea bit her lip as she remembered the last time she had played chess with her father, before he had been murdered. It seemed it had been so long since then, and with all the going-ons, she hadn't had time to play. [i]Much less remember how to play, she mused.[/i]

[tide.]

{Quick question. . . how are any of our characters going to meet? o_O I was just thinking about how Echo is kind of insane and finds it super impossible to trust, and how all of your characters are solitary . . . xD}

[RoseQ]

((Maybe a job offer?))