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Post by aaron on May 6, 2009 20:35:48 GMT -5
If there was ever a time that Star wanted to throw someone through a window, it was now. The overweight man who took up the only payphone in what seemed like all of Missouri was taking an extremely long time trying to convince his wife he was completely sober and at work. For now the Faery was confined to a bench on a sidewalk. Freezing rain pelted the brokenhearted teen, made worse by the fact that his clothes were completely soaked through, he was tired and had dirt all over him.
He stroked a hand through his knotted, mud-caked hair as he mused through the events that led him here.
He had said his goodbyes to Kiri and the rest of the Cavan household. It felt too unnatural there. He instead attempted to fly back to the academy, numerous maps his guides.
He had braved little food, harsh weather, and exhaustion trying to find his way back, only to find that the Academy had vanished. No empty lot, no giant, empty building, nothing. The lot it was in had vanished, the street number, and the residents had no memory of any school in that area.
He would have thought he was insane, that the last few moths of his life was a complex and cruel lie devised by his subconscious, if seven numbers hadn't swam up from the deep recesses of his mind.
Seven numbers that looked like a phone number.
Seven numbers to prove he wasn't crazy.
Seven numbers that Star muttered under his breath as the overweight drunkard ambled his way home.
Seven numbers that his had punched, shaking, into the payphone numberpad.
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Post by Skye Malizia on May 6, 2009 23:46:42 GMT -5
Skye's phone rang.
She was in the middle of discussing something mundane, so she leapt at the chance to divert from the conversation. She pulled out her cell phone. The number was unfamiliar to her. Most people would have ignored it. But Skye wasn't like most people, plus she was looking for an excuse to leave the two girls she was entertaining at the school. Only the first chorus of 'Boom Boom Pow' was heard from her ringtone before she picked up her phone, dying of curiosity.
"Ciao," She greeted, "who is this?"
Part of her already knew who it might be. Or rather, part of her wished it knew who it might be. She'd just recently given up hope waiting for the boy to call, the chance that this unknown number was his... well, it wasn't likely. Skye received many stray phone calls of people in search of a someone named Winston. It was the crux of using a recycled number.
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Post by aaron on May 7, 2009 13:38:51 GMT -5
Aaron held his breath as the shrill dial tone ripped through his ear. Seconds turned to years as he held the dirty payphone to his ear.
And then, beyond all hope, he heard her voice. He believed he would never hear it again, that he'd die without the sound of her voice again filling his mind. And here it was, with her unmistakable accent. He could almost smell her perfume, see her smile.
Nothing. Nothing was a lie. Everything was right again.
"S...Skye? It's... it's Star." He pause, and waited for her to say something.
"Where... where are you?"
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Post by Skye Malizia on May 7, 2009 18:22:32 GMT -5
Star... It was Aaron?! Skye perked up instantly, but quickly remembered how long it'd be since she'd seen him last. Her lips pulled into a pout and was silent for a lengthy few seconds.
"What do you mean, where am I? Where are you?" She exploded, "I am at the school. I wait for your call, and you know? No call! Not for months! Do you know I don't give my number to every boy I meet? Only the boys I like!" Skye informed him, sounding more upset with every sentence. "I don't think I like you now! Goodbye!"
She removed the phone from her ear so she could catch her breath - that was the longest speech she'd delivered in English ever, and it was sort of exhausting! Translating your anger into comprehensible words was really difficult! But, once she calmed down, which didn't take too long after her rant, she brought the phone back to her ear and timidly tried again.
"Aaron?"
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Post by aaron on May 8, 2009 14:45:59 GMT -5
Aaron's smile quickly fell. Skye's tirade horrified him. She was angry at him! Every one of her words stung him deeply, cutting through him like warm butter. but what was even worse, was the last part.
Goodbye!
"Skye! No Skye! Don't leave! Skye! Skylar Malizia!! Answer me!" He couldn't bear for her to leave again, to have her ripped away by a cruel turn of fate. He had suffered too much to leave empty handed.
"please.. answer me..."
And to his surprise, she did.
"Skye... I was... I had to leave school... I'm so sorry! I tried to get back a soon as I could, but...but... it's gone! The school's gone, Skye... I... " Aaron had the overwhelming urge to tell her that he missed her, but barely restrained himself. Now was not the time or place.
"DO you still have the ribbon?"
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Post by Skye Malizia on May 8, 2009 22:20:48 GMT -5
Skye was quiet again as he hurriedly attempted to explain his situation, and she rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.
"You had to leave school?" She said, her voice a little snappier than she intended. She took another breath and her sigh was less audible this time. Then came his strange question about the ribbon.
"Ah... yes?" She forgot she was wearing it today, "I have it. Where are you? Are you still in Missouri? We are in Washington now." She still didn't understand exactly why the school moved, just that it did. Plus she wasn't too concerned about the 'why' aspect of it. It was more the 'how' that astonished her, but hey, when there was magic, anything was possible.
While she was on the phone with Aaron, she drew little red lines in the air for her own amusement. As she fooled around with her gift, she gave Aaron directions to the school's new location. She had to ask one of the girls she was with for confirmation on a couple instructions, and they guessed for one of the roads, but altogether the verbal map she gave the boy was fairly accurate.
At last she stopped drawing in the air and stopped talking, and then she snapped her fingers a couple times.
"Ok, I make deal. You get to Wyoming, and I pick you up there." She had no idea why she was doing this for a boy she only met once, but it was a road trip. Something she never did in Italy; the roads weren't 'road trip' worthy there, even if the landscapes were beautiful. It just didn't have the same feel as an American road. She would have to talk to Elliot and see if she wanted to come pick up Aaron with her.
"Also, get a mobile phone!"
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