#mei01

where: fairgrounds

Roxy didn't like Halloween very much. She didn't like to get scared or see all the zombie decorations or even have people in masks jump out and yell to get a scare out of her. Roxy's step-sister, however, loved all of those things, so after having gone through the haunted house in town and felt like fifty years was shaved off her lifespan, she decided to go to the booth where all the sweets were at. She purchased four pumpkin cookies. Two for her, two for Kalina. But as she was walking to get back to her step-sister, she noticed a little girl crying while her mother tried to console her.

A frown pulled onto Roxy's lips and she walked over to the two. "That was me coming out of the haunted house a little bit ago. Those clowns are scary." Roxy made a face at the little girl as she knelt to be at eye level. And as quietly as she could without the girl hearing, she asked the woman if it was okay for her to give her daughter one of her pumpkin cookies to cheer her up.

@soulcrux

     The voice brings her out of her thoughts, the hand inside her coat pocket closing around the safety measure hidden there. Otherwise, there is no outward sign of her being afraid - an acquired skill over the time she’s been in town. Alice halts to a stop and looks over the stranger’s broad back. He didn’t sound sarcastic in his warning. Curious.

“Afraid I can’t.” She muses, fingers releasing their grip. Despite the fact that everything about him screams danger - from the way intense training has shaped his muscles and his stance down to the very air surrounding him - she finds his advice comes from a genuine place, one that expresses he does not wish to see her getting needlessly hurt, and more importantly, a sign that he has no reason to hurt her just yet.

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It wasn’t difficult for Marinette to lose track of time at Mesmerize. It was a much needed hangout for the blue-haired girl, an act of desperation to spend time in solitude. Of course, the girl still had Tikki in her purse, but it was still nice to browse the aisles of the various stores and not worry too long about loitering. Except the sun had set before she had realized it, and night was already here in the world of Wonderland. She needed to get home before she missed the last bus.

The girl didn’t waste any time leaving the food court and heading towards the stop that she had become well acquainted with. Two buses used this stop, and she hoped that the one she saw wasn’t the one that she desperately needed. Blue eyes widened when she realized that it was her bus, and the hoard of people were already going on it. And Marinette was still a few feet away, too many for any driver to assume she would be boarding the bus.

      They called him reaper.  Despite his imposing size, he tended to move silent. The only time you heard his footsteps was when he was already upon you. A face completely impartial, blank, inviting you to draw your own conclusions. That was the impression he left. Even in a setting like this, a peaceful bookstore rather than a battle field. Eyes seemed to fall off him easily, because there was nothing else to look at. He passively and quietly, perused the shelves doing nothing to draw intention. 

    He would have preferred it that way. His eyes making a shadowy sort of tunnel vision underneath his glasses as he tried to read individual book names off the shelf. Of the myriad things he could be thinking about, all he wondered was if the books in this city and the books from his original world, would have any titles in common. Then, without even meaning too, he noticed it. 

    A girl much younger and shrorter than him, a few cases away struggling for the top  shelf. That girl had an eyepatch. His only indication of change, was a slight narrowing of his eyes. Then he was upon her, moving without his footsteps being heard once more. He reached for the same book on the highest shelf, picked it up, and held it in front of her in one smooth movement.