Rain Dance *Open*

[Mercy Sanders]

The rain was calming, it always was. There was something so numbing but at the same time soothing about the way it hit the window panes. Something calming. It was something this girl always needed in her life or she thought she would go insane. It was sad when all it took was a bit of water to make a girl happy…

Mercy scowled at the little piece she had just written. She debated tearing it out of her little blue notebook and starting again but she had a rule, she never tore out or crumpled up anything she wrote. Perhaps she should just stop trying. It sounded like a plan to her; nothing was flowing today. Perhaps because it hadn’t rained for quite some time. She usually felt better when it rained. Even before she got struck by lightning and suddenly could control water; rain had always been her closest friend.

The tall, long legged brunette pulled her thick hair back in a ponytail and stood from the steps. She hadn’t felt like dealing with her mother last night, so she had simply stayed at the community center for the night. It had seemed like a good option at the time, but now she knew her mother was likely to explode at her for being missing. But she was nineteen, old enough that her mother shouldn’t be clucking over her like a mother hen.

She knew what she needed to feel better; needed to feed that little addiction of hers. She pulled an apple from the backpack that had been sitting behind her on the steps and tossed it into the air before catching it and taking a huge crunching bite out of it. The juices filled her system and an easy smirk spread on her lips. She sighed contentedly. That was what she had needed. Sad but true. Other people were addicted to coffee, or chocolate. For Mercy it was apples, mostly because the last time she remembered her parents being happy was the last time they had gone apple picking. It was happy.

For a moment, Mercy wished she could do a rain dance to make the rain come. She knew it wouldn’t work though. She could keep it raining if it started, but it had to start all on its own. That was the sad part. With a few more crunching bites, the apple was done. And she should be heading home, but instead she sat back down on the steps and opened her notebook.

Perhaps she should try again.

[Marie DeLabou]

This wasn't an area of town the young girl was used to. Not until recently, anyway, and even then, if had been in the warehouses, in the corners, out of sight and out of mind. This was the dark area - so different to her home strets or white buildings, neat fences, and hidden back gardens full of plush, lush green and scents that made the rain sing. This area...was grey. Colourless. And yet...alive. It was an odd combination, Marie could see - there were more people here. More people passing. Which did make her a little nervous, she would admit, because people made her nervous. But here, they were all stuck up and china-doll like, like in her world. They were alive. She was passing groups of people her age (groups she crossed the road to avoid, she'd admit), people...together. Talking and laughing and occasionally giving each other piggybacks. That was life. That was what Marie DeLabou was missing out on. Sure, she had money, and the clothes and everything a rich posh girl had, which these didn't. But these had friends. It was alien.

And yet she still walked through it. Since her talk with Tristen, and the encounter in the warehouse, she was venturing out slightly. If suddenly she was able to control the wind and the rain, and make the sun shine down or the sky roll into darkness...why couldn't she venture into the unknown. She was already in the unknown. The wildness that she was now harnessed too, that was conducted around her by her emotions, continued it's dance around her, it's small actions - the lifting of her hair, then warming of her skin from the sun - went unnoticed. She hadn't asked for any of them to be conducted. They just did...because remarkably, she was happy.

She should have known that the happiness wouldn't last.

The footsteps behind her should have been a sign, to be honest, but Marie didn't notice them. Not until they were right behind her, not seeming like they would be stopping, and then she only noticed them because of the hand suddenly gripping around her upper arm. She felt herslef being yanked around, letting out a small shriek as she was slammed against the wall, her back hitting the 'Community Center' sign. She blinked, looking up into a smirk, a man with dark hair, who looked at her...and then reached to her shoulder, yanking on her bag strap that was there.

"No! Get off!" she heard herself shrieking, kicking out in the direction of wherever his legs were, hanging onto her bag desperately. Her bag had her things in it. This wasn't meant to happen. Not in daylight. It just...wasn't!

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[Mercy Sanders]

Mercy was intending to attempt to write once more. Perhaps this one would turn out better than the last. She usually could easily write of rain and water, because it was the easiest for her to write on. She knew the subject so well after all. Even before all that had happened, rain had always been her closest friend, considering the fact that she didn’t often attempt to make other friends. She wasn’t the friendly type, people often found her walled off and didn’t attempt to befriend her. She didn’t much care for what people thought of her however. She was fine to be alone to write.

The steps of the community center were cold even through the barrier that her tattered old jeans provided. She was debating getting up either way and moving on to a different place. Even back at the book shop she worked out it would be warmer without having to go back home. She was reluctant to go back there. Mercy wasn’t one for family, to be truthful. Perhaps she should move.

She was debating this, with her pencil tapping away at the notebook sitting on her lap. But that was when she heard yelling a short while away. She debated ignoring it, adding it to the things she didn’t really want to do but may do. But the yelling kept going and she felt her temper spike. Heaving her backpack over one shoulder she could feel her gray eyes go cold. She hated being interrupted. She hated being angry, even though it was easy to push her to such a state.

She wasn’t one for violent, even if she was mad. But looking over the girl that was screaming, she decided it was the only way for her to get her peace. She walked over to the man, trying to keep calm, but she had very little control over her moods and this had only gotten worse as time had gone on. With a swift knee in between the legs; which was often where it hurt a man worst; she figured she had made her point. Now perhaps she could get her peace?

And then she looked up at the girl who had been screaming and one of her eyebrows rose ever so slightly. She was wearing an outfit around that like here? ”You make a walking target wearing that you know” she said before bending to fetch the girl’s purse from the man who was now, understandably in pain. Mercy wanted to get out of there before he recovered and tried to take it out on her. She wasn’t usually one for violence. She wouldn’t want a fight if she could help it. And she had invited one by helping this girl. How odd, she usually didn’t bother.

”You may want to move before he gets up” she debated kicking the man. Harder. Perhaps to knock him out. Her temper was spiked, even if she was acting abnormally calm on the outside, she was like the ocean, just because it looked calm didn’t mean that it was. Very much like Mercy.

Then, not being one for conversation or making friends, she turned and went to walk off. She would go with her earlier debate and find somewhere warming to wait.

[[OOC: Sorry itz off, and for the bit of god moding in therez, and also Mercy will stop walking away if called! ]]

[Marie DeLabou]

This wasn't right. This just wasn't! Being picked on in broad daylight...well, yes, admittedly, she was used to that. But being grabbed like this? This was something that happened in tv shows, not in real life...was it? But it had to be, because it was happening, and that wasn't right, and...She blinked as the man crumbled. And then blinked again. Oh...well, that had been rather easy. She wouldn't deny that she was feeling rather curious as to why he had fallen so quickly, but then noticed where exactly he was clutching, and realised. Oh. Clever.

She raised her head, blinking as she started to calm down, still pressing back against the wall. Another girl. Who had...helped her. That was nice. Marie wasn't used to recieving help. Usually people backed up the bullies. Maybe that was another rule in this world of concrete and grey colours. It seemed to fit. And then her mouth dropped open at the girls comment. And she looked down at her peach-and-black coloured dress, hugging her co-ordinated bag to her chest. "I'm...sorry?" So, it was clear now. Evidently, rules in this world were much different.

Move. Yes, yes, that was the right thing. She jumped, pushing off the wall and backing away from the man, obviously shaken. Hmm...or perhaps this was all alien. That could quite also be possible. Well, possible if Marie was someone who believed in aliens. Although, aliens were always possible. After that storm, despite her brain working mainly in science and numbers, she couldn't help but realise that anything was possible.

She looked up again in time to see the other girl starting to walk off. And blinked again, looking back at the man, who was growling and...swearing? Gosh. Perhaps she should go off, but...well, this girl hd to be friendly. Friendly people helped her, after all. "Hey, hey...wait up!" she heard herself saying suddenly, stepping over the man's limbs before running to catch up. Or...trying to run. Running in a dress and heels was never a good thing. "Where...where are you going?"

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[Mercy Sanders]

Yep, it was slightly funny how the world had decided to make her decision for her. It so rarely did, she would have been debating there for quite a while otherwise. It was just in Mercy’s nature really, could never make up her mind. Perhaps it had something to do with her moodiness, who knew really. She didn’t care either way, it was life. It threw choices at her from time to time and then it threw situations like this at her where she helped another girl and said helping forced her to move on. It all worked out really.

No need to worry. And Mercy wouldn’t. She spoke a bit to the girl, a bit of advice and nothing more. All for her own good considering she didn’t think the man would be very happy with either girl when he managed to get out of the state he was in. Mercy least of all considering she had been the one to drop him. She smirked a little at the thought. Felt good to be violent every now and again, even if she usually wasn’t. It never hurt to be sometimes. And this was one of those times.

She refused to admit to herself, however, that it felt good as well to do some good. To actually help someone rather than to hurt them. That so rarely happened in her life, perhaps silently to herself she could admit that it felt nice to do it. Either way, this didn’t stop her from moving on as soon as she had done it. Two reasons, the afore mentioned fact that it wouldn’t be a good idea to stick around when the man came to. And the fact that Mercy wasn’t one to stick around and play nice with others all that often. It wasn’t something in her skill set. She tended to push people away.

All the same, more out of curiousity than anything else, she stopped when the girl called out to her, looking back over her shoulder. Why? Why had she called out? Well, either way, she stopped and waited for the other girl to catch up before she hoisted her blue tattered bag higher on her shoulder and kept on walking. Curiousity killed the cat. But didn’t the rest of the saying say that satisfaction brought it back? Perhaps she felt the need to because Mercy had downed the man who was attacking her? Either way, chances were she’d shove off soon enough when she realized the other girl wasn’t good at being social.

She smiled just a little bit, it was more a quirking of her full lips than a true smile, but she was amused, her earlier anger fading away as if it hadn’t been there. Emotional and moody, perhaps one day she’d work on those two flaws of hers, but today wasn’t that day. But it was the question of where she was going that had made her smile ever so slightly. She shrugged with the shoulder that wasn’t holding her pack up. ”Somewhere that doesn’t have a man that probably wants to kill me for kneeing him where it hurts is preferred,” Mercy answered in a slightly amused tone.

That was probably not the answer that the other girl wanted. But in truth, Mercy wasn’t exactly sure where she was going to end up when she stopped moving and to say so would be lying. And Mercy made a habit of not lying if she could help it, it was better not to illusion herself by telling lies, even simple ones such as where she was headed.

Well, if the girl was going to be tagging along, which was what it seemed like, she figured she should be proper as her mother raised her to be. ”I’m Mercy, by the way, and yourself?” She figured it was only the polite thing to do. Despite the obvious opposition in outfits…from tattered jeans to dresses and worn flats to heels…Mercy tried not to bother herself with the differences. It was always possible that looks and fashion didn’t decide how the person acted.

Who knew?

[Marie DeLabou]

Marie slowed when the girl did, because a) chasing after someone was probably considered rude, and b) running in a dress like this, and in heels like this, was rather unflattering. She was guessing now that an outfit like this wasn't the right sort to wear when travelling around a town, especially in this area, but initially? Marie hadn't know. She hadn't known she'd be travelling in this direction at all, come to think of it; she'd simply wandered. Looking for somewhere quiet and out of the way again, no doubt. Crying in her room was all very well, but her moods were getting even more varied. It was slightly frightening now, and she'd taken to leaving her home for much longer periods of time. Surely bad feelings were meant to get easier to handle the longer she had them? Then why did the sky keep telling her that sadness was only growing, and falling faster as the rain?

It was something she still didn't understand, and likely, never would truely understand, but there was no rush. The power was growing, coiling at the base of her spine and the back of her mind, but it was like a tickle. Nice, in a way. Comforting, to have something in a world where you'd long since through you had nothing.

"Good plan," she said brightly, in return to the statement about getting away from the man. As if she wanted to spend any longer around a man as common as...well, as trying to do that. Of course...this girl might not want her tagging along. She didn't want to impose, that would be rude...but that was how you met people, in this city, wasn't it? You met people your own age by talking to them. It couldn't be that hard.

"I'm Marie," Evidently, tagging along wasn't so bag. The girl had introduced herself, in a polite way, and that must mean something, mustn't it? Marie thought...hoped...so. "Marie Sinclair DeLabou. Pleased to meet you. And thank you. For..helping me then. Thank you so much." She was gushing her words slightly, wasn't she? But oh well. Marie was sure that gushing wasn't frowned upon in teenage society.

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[Mercy Sanders]

Mercy wasn’t sure entirely what had struck her to introduce herself. It wasn’t in her nature to be social. Not usually at the very least. She was more the type to nod to people and keep moving right along. It was simply her nature. Perhaps it was because this girl had caught up to her and decided to walk with her? Who knew. She wasn’t entirely sure why either. It wasn’t like Mercy was overly friendly or inviting, in fact, most people found her icy, not welcoming. It may have something to do with what had happened moments before. Perhaps that was it.

This other girl, slightly intrigued her though; with her dress and all around here. Her curiosity was enough that she wasn’t straight off trying to lose her; or be her blunt. Instead, she had said her name. Well, her mum had taught her to be polite if nothing else. She nodded when the other girl introduced herself. ”Nice name,” she commented, the corner of her mouth lifting in a bit of a smile that she tried to fight off. ”I mean that, by the way. Better than mine…Mercedes Sanders. S’why I go by Mercy” Well, wasn’t she just being downright chatty today. This much talking from Mercy was enough to be considered out of the ordinary. Unless it was raining, she was more at ease then.

Or perhaps it could just be that it had been a very long time since she had bothered to interact with another human being. Her mother did not count towards this, she had stayed here to avoid her last night. However, it could simply be that Mercy’s moods had taken a turn for the better since kicking a man where it hurt. She realized—too late—that Marie had commented on and she had failed to reply to. So much for being polite and social. The points she had gained in introducing herself seemed to no longer count with this discovery. Ah, well.

”Don’t need to thank me. Some men just deserve to be kicked,” Mercy replied. There was also the fact, that she wouldn’t say out loud of course, that Mercy had just been aggravated by people screaming near her and had decided to put a stop to that. It was originally so she could write, but it seemed she was not going to get any of that done now.

Mercy prided herself in being able to read people. What she got from the happy girl who was walking along side her confused her slightly. She shrugged her bag higher on her shoulder once more and thought this over. She didn’t seem the type to usually be around the less reputable areas of anywhere, just like Mercy didn’t seem to belong on the high end of society. It made her wonder why exactly this girl had decided to venture over here. Perhaps she should ask. And perhaps she would if she decided she wanted to speak, she had spoken so much today already, which was out of the norm for the usually silent girl.

Another reason Mercy didn’t much mind this other girl’s company was the fact that she seemed to see nothing wrong with speaking when Mercy so obviously hated to. It made it easier for Mercy to keep her usually silent status. But still, she wished to speak and comment on what she was questioning in her head. But how to ask without seeming rude? Was there a way to ask without seeming rude? Mercy wasn’t entirely sure that this was a possible feat. Though, she supposed, she didn’t know until she tried at least. ”Not to be rude, but what are you doing around here? You don’t seem the type to usually run around in a place like this” She knew she most likely had coming off a bit rude. But oh well, she had wanted to ask anyway. And maybe the other girl wouldn’t take offense. Who knew anymore? The world had already turned itself on its head once, it possibly could again.