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Post by Feather on Feb 27, 2010 17:43:49 GMT -5
" ..Stress...bad?" Was she stressed? Well, you could say that. Was being cautious and prepared just as bad as being attcked due to a lack of caution? Trying her best not to appeared worried, Aubre smiled at the little rabbit, eyes wide. Inside the winding corridors of her brain, a string of neurons carried fear and a reminder in their finger like little dendrites. Pausing at a cross-walk, watching a business man walk by, screaming at a cell-phone in her hand she murmured: "Stressful how? What sort of business did they do?" As Aubre spoke, she reminded herself to search "Stress effects", on the internet.
The queen of caution hesitated for a moment, eyes slowly swept back up Sieras. In a quiet, somewhat depressed tone, Aubre muttered: " ....I used to....but I guess....neither do I." What an odd idea though, she wasn't the only lonely person in Touchdown! It was odd though, why was no one friends with the cute-little rabbit with the money lined wallet? Did she have some sort of bitter personality disorder beneath this sugar coat ?
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Deciding it best not to mention it anymore, Aubre merely shrugged. The implications of what could possibly be gong on, scared her too much for her to ask. Hopefully, the girl was just very sheltered, or had lived on some farm where all they had were magnetized scooters and mooing cows. " At least they cared...." Was that an eyebrow narrowed in anger or a trick of the light? " My parents did too of course~ that's not what I meant. I just meant it was better to be stifled than to be ignored." The hybrid smiled, turning back up toward the sky. Her parents were NOT ignoring her, they were just busy. It did not matter what the voices hissed in her little fuzzy ears.
Lies. They were busy, not cruel.
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Aubre, once again ,shrugged. Did the Neebu actually think she had any idea why people did dangerous things? Stepping into an alley to pick up garbage was as daring as she got. " Maybe...maybe it makes them feel manly and brave? Not to mention, the cars can sense them and stop before running them over...it's safe enough..." Unless, of course, the sensors were broken, and the driver a sociopath with a love for sharp things.
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Aubre was worried that the bunny had some sort of contagious disease, as the sky seemed to leech the power from her limbs. THe sight of those velvet ears hanging over a dusty window sill set Aubre's heart racing. Would she have to call the cops, or some sort of disease protection team? Did she already have it? The younger child spoke, and Aubre let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the counter with shaking hands. " Oh...well....you can have my room. It has a window." Not to mention, she could lock in this odd little girl, and feel safer herself. Unless of course, the girl had a knife, gun, or tazer hidden beneath all of that white fur.
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Post by Sieras on Mar 4, 2010 22:50:58 GMT -5
Sieras nodded. "Yeah. Real bad. My parents say that stress messed bad with your body AND your mind. A stressful person would be nervous, hyped up; tensed muscles..." Sieras stopped and grinned at Aubre. "Listen to me. I sound like one of them. They must have brainwashed me with all of it."
"They never really said. They were rich; and were alway running around in functions and charities and such. I think my father was a Bond trader; I think I heard that; and my mother was a fashion consultant. I kept hearing her talk about these clothes, and this dress, and that perfume...They never really had tie for me; and that's all I know." Sieras shrugged and put the thought aside. It was true that they always bought stuff for her; or took her to the movies. They just never really stayed at home. Jessica's family were more hers than Hers was. Sad, but very true.
"My parents never ignored me; not exactly..."Why was she back on this topic?"They just were never home all the time. When the were home; they were perfectly willing to spend time with me; but then something would come up and they would be gone again. I know they cared; they just weren't around."
"Well true. The boys I knew at school were always doing stupid stuff to show off to their friends. I think its something that adolescents just do. And some adults." The akiari remembered how many bloody noses; contusions, fractures, and black eyes the boys in her class sported on a regular basis.
Sieras looked up at Aubre. Was that a little apprehension she saw in her friend's eyes? No. She must have been seeing things. Why would a phobia scare the neebu. That was twisty. "Thank you. I'm sorry about being so hard on you. You have a perfectly nice living space; but I just can't be in a too closed of a space." Sieras stood up, feeling the phobia pass as the sight of outside allowed her to feel better; and not so contained and imprisoned. "Thanks again for offering to keep me here. I'll repay you when I can."
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Post by Aubre [~] on Mar 5, 2010 23:31:03 GMT -5
Trying to ignore the headstone-filled grin, and Sieras' thoughts, Aubre murmured: "...It sounds...plausible. The translator is having an issue translating that into Neebu though.. stress...is it fear? Worry? " The grin slightly unnerved her, was she really just pulling her leg? Or had she worried about offending her? The translator continued rattling off synonyms for stress, followed by causes. Only bad things had causes, maybe be stressed was as bad as Sieras said, maybe she could find a doctor to treat it? She had all the symptoms. "Brai-n washed? If you were brain washed you wouldn't dismiss this "Stress" so easily. No need to worry about brain washing..." Which, thank the lord, seemed to be another non-literal phrase those speaking English tossed about. It did not involve a brain and a brillo pad, she had enough to worry about with "stress" waiting to strike.
"Bond like...jail bond? How do you trade those?" Lesser criminals could give their freedom to big-timers? Was that what it meant? Hopefully not, humans just had odd names for things. " My parents took me places all the time, but they're military. They don't sew clothes or anything.. which sounds like a better job than what they have." No one died working with needle-bots, unless of course they were stabbed with a rusty needle and died of tetanus. " I ...I'm sorry you didn't get to spent too much time with them Sieras." Not that she had spent long with her parents either, but she could sympathize. "Maybe they couldn't help it, they have bosses, and fate can be a ..what's the word...female do--bitch." Aubre glanced around, where was the bar of soap and wagging finger? A nervous giggle escaped her chapped lips. It feel moments later though. " Mine have been gone for years...they couldn't find an excuse for me to come along, since I could take care of myself, and had a legal guardian...here." Not to mention, they wanted her to feel the sun, and make friends. Neither of which she actually did. " ...what happened to the--never mind.. that's rude.. I'm..well...my apologies." Aubre waved the question away furiously as if trying to clear a stubborn stink from the air.
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"We'll know someday....except for the boy part.. unless one of us has a sex exchange operation. Not that I plan on it, no offense if you do of course." What happened to adults brains? Did some fairy come along and scramble them? Maybe she should buy some sort of charm to keep it away, the life of dating did not truly appeal to her.
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"Oh...well..feel free to leave the window open, we can set a pallet up underneath the sill if you want." Aubre turned to face her bedroom door, before waving the last statement away. "No, no need." That little jar her pet was now snoozing in was worth about three month's rent.
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