Numbed. [Raven]

[Redd Russo]

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The Mana Springs Mall seemed an eerie place on this particularly overcast day. A figure made its way through the wide open walkway, glancing up through the mall’s small section of glass ceiling. Most of the panels were broken from old age, and as Redd stared up at the clouds, he could feel a few drops of rain fall onto his lightly tanned face. Not exactly wanting to be rained on, he continued on his way, the broken glass that littered the floor crunching under his feet.

Redd, new to the Fulsi, seemed to be just wandering aimlessly, exploring the territory as he found it. He sighed, imagining that this place must have been a cheerful gathering spot at one point or another. It was not too far off to imagine items stocking warmly lit stores, people laughing as they shopped, and crowds filling the halls…Redd shuddered at the thought. However cheery it may have been, Redd never would have come to such a crowded place of his own free will.

And that was the problem, why he now ventured off on his own, instead of staying with the group. Try as he might, he couldn’t diminish his fear of people, for the fact that they actually caused him physical pain with just the slightest touch. Frowning a bit, Redd took a seat on the edge of a fountain, located in the middle of the mall. It wasn’t the prettiest fountain, its water long dried up, leaving only it’s cracked cement frame.

As he sat there, he ran a hand through his long, pin-straight reddish-brown hair, which fell to just below his shoulders. It was his namesake, but it also reminded him of a particular brother of his, who even as a child, was obsessed with his hair. Redd quickly removed his hand from his head, not wanting to bring up memories of his childhood in the orphanage. The images of his brothers only reminded him of what he had lost, and for no good reason at that. It was just his luck, he supposed, to be one of those kids who were never adopted, while he watched his older brother taken away by a loving family. Orange-brown eyes fell to the floor in front of him, and Redd wished more than anything that he could go back to those times, when things were simple and he had his brothers there with him.

Now he just felt so…Alone.

...Between feeling Pain,
Or Nothing at all?

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[Raven]

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The black raven flew gracefully through one of the many holes in the ceiling and drifted around the mall, wondering what useful things were in here that could help the Fulsi. As soon as her mind wandered, she was distracted as her dark eyes caught a glance of a boy with red-brown hair sitting at the edge of an empty water fountain. Her heart seemed to lift up at the thought of company and the dark bird swooped lower, decending. She knew she could make a graceful landing if she tried... Focusing on the ground beneath her, she morphed back about four feet from the ground, skidding into a puddle that was from the rainy skies above, which quickly splashed into Redd.

She looked horrified for a moment, scooting back with her arms. "Sorry...This is why I don't make friends." She joked with a crooked grin, looking down at her scraped knees. Nashua had made her a wheelchair, but she still didn't like the idea of it. People didn't look at her or talk to her the same way they would if she didn't have it. In fact, even with a ridiculous entrance such as this one, it took awhile for people to figure out she couldn't walk at all. Immediately, Raven's great sense of empathy kicked in and she read his features. He looked stressed. She made an interesting face, perhaps one of concentration.

Her lavender eyes looked him up and down. "I'm Raven. You must be new, hm?" She smiled up at him and ran a hand through her radiant and vividly colored hair. It felt odd with out her hat, which she had long since lost. It was a shame really, since her father had gotten it for her. She loved her father with all her heart, and it was unbelievable to take in what Nashua had explained to her, even if she'd known it all along. The thought was so unbearable that she tried not to think about it.

She soon after remembered her manners and held out a delicate hand for shaking, offering it as the every day gesture of meeting someone new. "Y'ok, babe?" She tilted her head, finding his face harder to read than the average person, and she of all people could usually tell what people were thinking.

[Redd Russo]

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Redd was jarred from his world of thought by a splash of cold water to the face. He jumped a bit, looking up to find a violet-haired girl sitting there on the floor in front of him, having skidded into a puddle formed from the rain. Unsure really of what to say, Redd held his tongue and stared at her for a few moments. She made it clear that she was a Fulsi, and so Redd took a deep breath, as he attempted to get over his fear and shyness.

“I-it’s okay,” Redd’s voice faltered at first, for he hadn’t talked to another person for quite some time now. “My name’s Redd,” He answered her, his voice growing stronger with each new word. He had a sort of gentle voice, tinged with the slightest hint of an accent, which sounded a bit Southern. It was had to be completely sure really, as it was only a faint trace. Redd had long ago tried to be rid of his accent, for it seemed to give people the idea that he was quite the friendly person, which had resulted in too many people touching him. Drastic as it sounds, Redd had taken the step, and would probably take any other extreme measures to decrease the amount of people that made contact with him.

The worst part was that he didn’t really hate people at all. He’d had a few friends in the orphanage, besides his younger brother, and they had all understood his situation. It was just his fear of re-living the pain that came with touch that kept him away from new people now. “Yeah, I’m new…I was just exploring, really,” He explained himself, managing a small, charming smile as he spoke to Raven.

Out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw her reach out a hand for a handshake, a common enough greeting. Redd paused for a moment, panicked at the idea of shaking the girl’s hand. But what if he didn’t? Would she think that he was just rude and blowing her off? Redd certainly hoped not, for he decided to pretend that he hadn’t seen the gesture, and stood up on the edge of the fountain, and began to walk around its circular form.

“Have you been a Fulsi very long?” He questioned, eager to change the subject, but still continue some form of conversation. In his mind, Redd was slapping himself. Why couldn’t he just manage a simple hand shake? He’d never get anywhere with people at this rate.

...Between feeling Pain,
Or Nothing at all?

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