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[atrb=background,http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d97/mewcheery1/didibackground3.png] The mall. He missed the mall. Of course, he didn't ever really have to shop at a mall. That was ridiculous! His mother had been a famous model in Germany, the designers brought their wares to their home in Berlin. The few times Didi had been in the mall, he was slumming, looking for any pretty boys that met his standards. There weren't many, of course, and he had quickly lost interest in the mall, but being in this old, run down excuse of a building reminded him just the tiniest bit of being home. He sighed and pulled his beret down into place as he glanced around the broken excuse for a building. There were so many things in here that he remembered using when he was the son of a rich lawyer and famous model. He knew for a fact that he took over half of the things for granted. Why did gadgets mean to him when he could drop everything and get the newest edition with no problem? Money had never been a issue for him growing up. of course, he would have gotten more if he would have been Dieter Weiss, instead of Didi, like his father wanted him to be. He lazily strolled through the building, hips swaying, as he glanced around every so often for new supplies that the keepers may or may have nor dropped off. It didn't happen all that often, well not often enough for Didi's tastes anyways, and if he did happen upon something, he might be able to snag something for himself before reporting it. A soft, almost bird like squawk, passed through Didi's lips as he pulled up short, watching a huge rat dash its way over his white boot. He cried out, kicking his foot as he tried to dislodge the rat that was already long gone. A high, girlish squeal, split the air as he flailed his foot. It took him a minutes to realize that the rodent was gone, before he calmed down. " Ratten! Warum ist es immer ratten?!" He leaned against a wall, hazel eyes closed, as he took a few calming breaths. He hated rats with a passion. (He said, Rays! Why is it always rats?)

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[atrb=background,http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc109/toysoldierdonut/RStablemid.png] Rail bolted upright at the sound of the shout, a bad decision in the worst of the run down thrift shops whose ceiling had given way, spilling haphazardly to the floor. The crawlspace he had weaseled his way into was just short enough for him to whack his head on the concrete. "Ohw!" he cried. What was he doing in the crawlspace to begin with? As usual, foraging for junk. He had a knack for turning junk into treasure so anything remotely useful he liked to save. And boy, were the things he saved remotely useful. This haul had earned him a rusted, but intact nail, a broken valve from a small water pipe, and a palm sized chunk of dark, polished black marble. Everything else around was just bits of concrete and support rods. Cautiously, he wormed his way out of the collapsed shop and out into the open, nature-reclaimed mall, covered in busted dry wall dust, dirt covering his hands and knees, and a questionable smudge on his forehead. There he saw a girl. Strange, the voice sounded a little too low for such a pretty girl, though the scream kind of matched... She was Fulsi, but no Fulsi Rail had ever seen before; maybe in passing, but he couldn't quite remember. He hadn't been knocking around the Menagerie long enough to have met everyone yet. Not to mention that the virtual timelessness of the Menagerie. No one ran on the same schedule; in efforts to stay safe and alert, people were out and about at all hours of the day. Of course, it wasn't like he was actively trying to meet everyone in the first place. She leaned against the wall and caught her breath. Something had frightened her. Rail thought he had heard someone shouting "ratten" but it was another language they had spoke. All signs pointed to the word meaning "rat" but he wasn't about to assume what words of another person's language meant. Despite every synapse in his consciousness telling him not to, he warily drew closer to her; only because after investigating the commotion, going off to pretend she wasn't there would only be more awkward. He hated awkward scenes. "Hi." He said quietly, though loud enough as to invite conversation. Then he hesitated. What could he say to someone that he wasn't sure spoke his language? "Rail." He said, pointing at himself. He looked her over quickly. She was very well groomed for the Menagerie's standards. How she was able to keep each strand of her hair in place like that was beyond Rail, but it nary mattered. He looked down at the bounty in his hands. A smart little idea came to him. He wasn't sure what made him think of this, but it was always beneficial to get on good terms with someone, even if you were petrified of making friends. Stowing the nail and valve in his cargo pockets, he started scrubbing the polished surface of the marble with his shirt. It hardly made a difference, but a little bit of water could rid the reflective surface of its couldiness later. Inspecting the chunk thoroughly, he handed it to the girl. The dark reflection was clear enough to show her an image of herself. "It's a mirror." Rail said to her. "I could frame it later if you want.

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[atrb=background,http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d97/mewcheery1/didibackground3.png] Didi was still trying to calm his heart when a voice caught his attention. His hazel eyes flew open as he glanced around him, hands curled into fists if he absolutely had to defend himself. It probably wouldn't come down to that, but it was always better to be safe then sorry, especially in this hell hole. he forced a smile onto his face, the model smile that his mother had taught him. No matter how much pain you were in, no matter how uncomfortable you were, you did not show it in your expression. Rail? Like a railing you supported yourself on? that was what 'rail' was right? Oh, he hated using English! It was so common, so beneath him! And people complained that German was a harsh language! Bah! English was much more so. Oh! The other boy was trying to tell him that his name was Rail! What an odd name... "Mein Name ist Didi," he said, adopting his soft, breathy voice. he had a fairly high voice for a male, but he still preferred to raise his voice to something that would only pass for female. "Uh, how do you say it? My name ist, Didi, ja? That is richtig? I'm not fery good vith English," he explained, his German accent coming through thickly. Oh sure, he had learned English in school, but he hadn't payed much attention during his lessons and now he couldn't remember much of it. he perked up, though, when the other boy said mirror. Now that was a word he would be able to understand in any language! He was so tired of putting on his homemade make up, which wasn't like he was used to but it would have to do, while using a puddle of water as a mirror! it wasn't helpful and distorted his image something awful. Didi clapped happily, giggling, before he took the mirror in his hands. "Gott sei Dank! Der eigentliche Spiegel!" he giggled again, clutching the mirror to his chest, a smile lighting his face. "Danke, Rail! Uh, I mean, thank you." (Ugh, sorry it's short >.<)

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[atrb=background,http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc109/toysoldierdonut/RStablemid.png] Didi looked as if she were going to jump for joy over the discovery of the mirror, a reaction Rail surely was not expecting. Sure it was a neat find, but it wasn't that great of a mirror. On further thought, though, he supposed it was better than trying to do make up in the reflection of a rusty spoon or anything else from the myriad of warped reflections the Menagerie had to offer. He was glad she could speak English, even if it was fragmented and laden with a heavy accent, he could still understand her just fine. That would help remove language barriers between the two of them. Shiftertongue was always an option, though Rail had not quite mastered the language, so it couldn't be any easier for him than English was for Didi. "Uh, you're welcome." Rail replied. His face reddened as his mind started getting distracted. Her platinum blonde hair was unlike anything he had ever seen before in a person, and her face was symmetrical and very fair skinned. Her home-brewed make up had been carefully applied to compliment every feature, making her cheek bones soft with just a pinch of rosiness as well as making the green in her bright eyes an intense emerald. Any other boy his age could be head-over-heels for Didi, but infatuation always seemed to be out of Rail's reach. It was a concept he couldn't get a hang of, much like Shiftertongue and German. He knew he could recognize the beauty in Didi but lacked the instinctive drive to court. Then again, on most occasions, Rail never noticed the attractive features of a girl like he was seeing in Didi. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, as he always did when thinking about sexuality and all its nonsense. Shaking his head slightly as if physically trying to get rid of his emotions somehow, he turned his attention back to the person in front of him instead of just her face. "Were you looking for something out here? Did you want any help?" he asked with the best smile he could muster. His conflicted thoughts were starting to interfere with his already dwindling social skills.

[jimmydalad]

Aria walked around in Fulsi Territory, trying not to be found. His shifted form helped immensely, able to hide inside the plants due to it's tiny size. Why was he doing this? Why was he risking his life doing something completely stupid and irresponsible? Because he could. THe fact that he hadn't been caught yet made him smile. Guess security isn't as tight as it should be. If they hated trespassers so much, Aria thought that the Fulsi could've done a better job when it came to patrolling their territory.

Oh well, more fun for me~. Aria thought to himself. He could probably find something to steal from them. Food, Water, Weapons anything. It would be hilarious to see how they would react. The notion that a trespasser managed to get into and steal something from the Fulsi would probably give the Fulsi the shock of their lives. Just imagining it filled him with glee. He lived for this.

His mind wondered one to Peyton, who would literally kill him if he ever found out about this. Peyton worried to much, he was fine. He hadn't been caught yet, why would it happen anytime soon? But he couldn't help but think of Peyton. He was so nice to him, even letting him go when he should've been taken to the Fallen. Aria couldn't help but wonder if he was okay, he hadn't been able to see him ever since their first encounter. He wondered if Peyton managed to get away from being caught. He hoped he did.

As he continued to investigate in his shifted form, he came across a mall. A mall? Aria hadn't seen a mall in ages. Why the hell is there a freaking mall here? Aria thought curiously. It wasn't as if they could buy anything. Unless, it could be where they stored their stuff! Aria couldn't help but smile as he made his way inside the mall, shifting back in his human form.

As he walked in, he saw 2 people and instinctively hid behind one of the pillars that were in the mall. Though not an amazing hiding place, Aria was still able to see the two people. One of them was a man while the other was a.... girl? Was it really a girl? Aria couldn't tell. She sounded like a girl, albeit with a heavy accent, but Aria felt something was off. He continued to hide and listen, curious as to what he would hear. He only hoped he wouldn't get caught.

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[atrb=background,http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d97/mewcheery1/didibackground3.png] Didi could feel his eyebrows drawing in together as he tried to translate the English he heard into German in his mind. Uh, what he wouldn't give for a translator. Of course, he could always switch to shiftertounge, but he didn't like to speak it unless he was shifted. It was just so hard to sound feminine while speaking it. There was nothing breathy about it. It was harsh, ugly, and bestial. It did, however, make sense since they did turn into animals. Was he looking for something? That was what rail had said, yes? Well, he wasn't looking for something, not really, but it looked like he had found something anyways. He smiled, lowered his eye lashes in the process. "Ah, nein. I was nicht looking for something. Not really, at least." He frowned for a second. That was what he had wanted to say, yes? Yes, it was. He glanced down at the black depths of his new mirror, admiring his reflection. Everything was in place, nothing smudge. Oh thank god. It would not be good for his makeup to be mussed. He didn't really fancy tracking all the way back to where he had stashed his supplies to fix anything, not right now at least. "Ah, Rail, mein schatz, wast du, I mean, what are you doing hier?" he glanced back up at the other boy after he had double checked his makeup, pulling his new favorite thing ever, closer to his chest. (Another short one >.<)

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[atrb=background,http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc109/toysoldierdonut/RStablemid.png] The English was bothering her. It was unfair of Rail to stick to his native language just because of the petty excuse that he didn't know enough German. Regardless, she was able to communicate back at him fairly well for someone who knew it offhand as a second language. Rail was elated to see how much Didi was enjoying her new mirror. He watched her curiously as she allowed herself a moment to be absorbed by it before clutching it close to her chest. During his time in the Menagerie he had done quite a bit for other people. Building beds and private sheds, fixing up odds and ends around the Fulsi headquarters, and collecting various resources he saw potential in. None of these things had quite the effect on him than seeing Didi so happy with something he had given her. He cleared his throat, and in an effort to make talking easier for Didi, he tried his best at a little shiftertongue. "This place great for finding treasures." He said, knowing he had missed a verb in there somewhere. He fished in his pockets for the other two prizes he had nicked from the run down mall. "Like this!" He held up the rusty nail. "I can use this to hang a sign, keep a door closed, or patch a leaky roof. It can be used for anything, really." He then regarded the broken water valve. "And this..." Now that he thought about it, he didn't know what he could use the valve for. "Well, it will have its use." He assured her, and gave a slight nervous laugh. "I make stuff out of other stuff." A limited vocabulary was getting the beset of him. "And the mall where I collect the stuff. He smiled at her proudly. His creative abilities was one of the only things he prided himself in. "I just got here little while ago. Do you care to walk with me?" He asked tentatively. He couldn't believe it, he was actually making a friend! ooc;; of course, rail still doesn't know didi's a boy, maybe he'll never know! >D

[jimmydalad]

As the conversation continued, Aria continued to listen to the pair of Fulsi, evidently talking about things that Aria really didn't care about. However, he couldn't move, or risk being caught by the pair of them. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. He needed to stay hidden, and that meant continuing to hide. He just prayed that no one else would walk in, or he'd be screwed. Badly.

From what he could tell, the woman seemed to be a foreigner, probably German or something like that. He couldn't really tell the difference between accents. And apparently, she was falling absolutely in love with this mirror that the guy gave her. He didn't understand women. Why would you go crazy over something as meaningless as a mirror? It was sort of pointless, in his eyes. She must of been extremely desperate or something like that. Aria still didn't really understand.

The guy then started to try to speak in shifter-tounge, in human form. Aria had to hold himself back from sighing in exasperation. Why talk in human form, when you could talk in shifter form? This was all so unnecessary. If they shifted, not only could they talk to each other easier, but it would allow him to see what sort of shifts he had to deal with. The fact that the guy was trying to talk to her with shifter-tongue in human form made Aria feel really annoyed and exasperated. He was so tempted to shout at them to shift. It just made more sense.

However, he needed to hold back that feeling. If he allowed that particular feeling to come out, he'd be in a very sticky situation. For all he knew, they could both be lion shifters, meaning bad news for him. He needed self-control, but that was becoming harder with each passing moment. The conversation was just so annoying and he just wanted to get in there and say something. No. He couldn't do that.

He slid down the pillar slightly, into a more comfortable sitting position. He knew he might be here for some time. He wasn't even listening to them very clearly anymore. He just wanted them to leave, allowing him to explore the wonders that this mall could hold. He could tell there was a treasure trove, just waiting for him.