What the fuck are you doing?/Round Trip Return Day 1
What the fuck are you doing?/Round Trip Return Day 1
By Orrm
//Sonata’s POV//
Cold. It was one word that pretty much summed up Sonata’s entire state of mind at this point in time. She wasn’t acting cheery, she wasn’t sad, everything was just, cold. Dull. Meaningless. Maybe Aria was right, who knows, what she did know was that she needed to get away from there. If she didn’t, again, who knows.
She trudged on in the chilly weather, no destination in mind as one foot displaced the other on the bustling streets of Canterlot City. It was calming in a way. She could just get lost in the crowd, become one with the mindless, nameless group as she continued on her undefined path.
Before she knew it she had somehow ended up in one of the more sketchy areas of the city Music blared through the flashing neon buildings as many a man, woman and sometimes child altered from entering and exiting the flashing, glamorized death trap. She knew, if one got themselves lost in this world it would lead only to ruin.
Damn.
She was being awfully somber today. She needed to cheer up! At least she and her sisters weren’t dead, but then again they didn’t have their song, or allies, or…..friends…….allies even?
Her back slumped against an alley’s wall as she slowly lost her composure. Luckily for her clothes, a ‘Click!’ sound interrupted her little mental breakdown.
Her head rotated ninety degrees towards the sound and what she saw made her wish that she hadn’t come here.
Standing at the entrance to the alleyway, back to the wall and leaning on the graffiti-skewered bricks was a male human who wore shadows, among whom the only visible characteristic were small circular pin was present.
Sonata had excellent eyes.
The small trinket was completely black in a circle with curved, devilish lines stretching outward from it’s circular base. In the small circle were two small, convex eyes. The black, sun-like trinket was fairly detailed, which was very, very strange.
The parallel white streaks that might have been his lips held a small cigarette. Her eyes burned from the glaring lights behind him, casting glare and shadow on angry ropes of muscle coiling around his arms, his hands especially seemed fuzzy, like sandpaper. Bigger than they should've been, almost big as his own head. Unnatural. Like they could crush her head with a little squeeze. This creature looked deformed, like a sick parody of a human being. If that wasn’t enough he towered above her at 5 foot nine and while his face wasn’t bad at all, his eyes were.
Those hawk-like needlepricks of murky-brown scanned her from head to toe, iris turning and twisting with her curves as his eyes danced on her figure. If she looked she could tell exactly where he was looking and when. His eyes roamed upwards, from her ponytail, then her face, stopping for a few seconds to stare into her eyes. She couldn’t move from that stare. It was like a predator found prey during mating season. Wild, Strong, Depraved. His eyes roamed lower, tracing the curve of her bust down to her stomach and hungrily eyeing her thighs and curves as his gaze returned to where it started, blowing out a plume of grey smoke she hadn’t realized he was holding. The detached lust in his eyes seemed to shine with intensity as she stared back. She shivered.
Sonata felt somewhat sick. No one had ever looked at her like that. It….wasn’t comfortable, she wasn’t comfortable and her shivering didn’t help. As if he sensed it, he chuckled, taking a single step forward before stopping in his tracks as Sonata cleared her throat. Foraging what self-control she had left she ceased her shivering and straightened her posture. She couldn’t show fear, people like him fed on it as the gods did ambrosia, she had to be strong.
With considerable amounts of restraint and a nonetheless cheery voice she asked, placing her hands on her hips as she did so while wearing a goofy, disappointed expression.
“You know, it’s rude to check someone out like that. What? See something you like?”
Her voice was a perfect mix between comedic and confident. She’d hug herself if she could but then there was the small matter of who this neanderthal was and why he blocked her in.
“No”
His answer was short, sweet and give everything she needed for one. The only question remained was why he’d looked at her as he did if he wasn’t, best of all she could turn this into a verbal jab! Take that Aria! I can be witty too!
“So why would you look at me like that if you weren't, eeeeeeh?”
He smirked at her remark and responded in turn with a statement that cut the very air they breathed, and if she could stop reeling from shock she might’ve turned red.
“When you go to a store do you buy every item you look at?”
She just stood there for a few seconds, wondering exactly what she was going to do now. She honestly expected him to be taken aback by her. Instead he had turned the entire façade in on it’s head and even jabbed at her! With WORDS! Who knew cavemen could speak!
Joking aside, this was bad...
Her teeth nibbled her upper lip. Wait. Why was she so nervous? She could just si-
She tasted iron.
Screw it. Might as well give one last ditch effort. She hoped that the classics worked. She gulped and began to slowly walk towards him, she asked.
“Can you move out of the way please, I have to get home before my sister gets back,”
Technically it wasn’t a lie. She did have to get home, except she wasn’t waiting for her sister.
“Dollface, I ain't never been in the way to begin with,”
Fucking liar.
He stepped aside as she passed him and entered the thin crowd. After placing a good few feet between herself and the alleyway, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder. His eyes were there, black, piercing, indifferent. He was standing right behind her, his toned chest barely an inch from her back and an expression on his face that read a blank. Honestly he looked like he couldn’t care less about the fact that he was in one of the most dangerous areas in the city, or about her, but here he was. All five feet nine of him practically shadowing her as she walked through the crowds.
She ignored it and continued her trek out of the ‘red light district’. It was only when she was a full distance away from the raunchy, blaring loud area that he stopped following her. She looked back. Caveman opted to stand on the boundary between the red light district and the rest of the city as he watched her, waved, and then walked perpendicularly to her own path.
It was only when she'd made it all the way back home that she realized something.
She still felt sad as fuck.
//Asura’s POV//
“What in the flying alabaster fuck is she doing?” He wondered to himself and he leaned his back against a wall, holding an almost comically small cigarette in his hand. He had just gotten back from his ‘trip’ and as his work was starting next week he had nothing to do. Naturally he had taken to wandering the less than stellar areas of the city, it gave him a sense of nostalgia. On this particular night he had found a reedy girl dressed in a hoodie and pants wandering aimlessly with an expression that screamed ‘I am mentally distraught’.
He sighed and followed her as she entered his territory. He understood the need to clear one’s head with a walk, and he also understood that she wasn’t in great decision-making condition. But really? Highway recap, you get mentally damaged then decide to waltz in one of the most dangerous areas of the city while simultaneously looking sketchy as fuck. Allow me to clarify, this area is particularly popular for two things, R&R. Robbery and Rape.
He exhaled orange fumes and threw the cigarette on a piece of cardboard lying on the pavement. He would care under normal circumstances but this was the red-light district. No one gives a fuck. Himself included.
Burn bitch burn, Yesssss, that’s right set that lingerie shop on fire you glorious tiny gift of god.
Naturally, having literally nothing better to do with his life, he decided to shadow the unsuspecting girl. On the plus side he would be protecting someone. On the downside he’d most likely be recognized as a roadman-to-be. Oh well, you know what they say, you win some, you lose so- IS SHE FUCKING SERIOUS?!
His left eye twitched as he watched the girl slump down, back leaning on an alley-wall as her eyes began to glisten. He walked into the alleyway, back to the entrance as he took out his lighter and with a loud ‘click’ the flame came to life.
By the looks of it she regained her bearings cause she bolted upright and swing her neck in his direction. And what do you know she was terrified.
Understandable.
You know if she was in a better state of mind she might’ve realized that he had no cigarettes. Oh well. More common sense sandwich for him. *CHOMP*
His shifted his shoulders slightly, his face in a calm smirk as his eyes analyzed every inch of her body. Disappointment was his only reward. This girl was just like the rest, muscles at a bare minimum, figure lacking serious flexibility reflexes average and low to no combat ability. She had some potential, as did everyone, but as usual she was not using any of it. Hm? She said something?
The conversation that followed was pathetic. A weak moral jab? Really? He practically had Brainiac for a brother complete with almost every literary extract imaginable. Years of dealing with that and you learn many, many things about wordplay. Honestly she shouldn’t have even tried.
As she walked through the crowd he shadowed her as usual, not giving much thought into what he was doing. Again, she was terrified. It was understandable but just go home already, he was getting tired of babysitting.
He waved her off as she trudged past into the industrial district, restarting his path to his house and muttering under his breath as he did so.
“Crazy bitch.”
