Season&Date

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- The weather had cleared up, at least from where he’d come from. The past couple of days, for him, had been nothing but rain. Though, when he had arrived to the mainland of this island earlier today, with Officer Jackson, the weather had been clear skies with a nice breeze. Marcel absently glanced up at the blue sky, admitting to himself that the change of weather was a nice touch. He hadn’t exactly been looking forward to arriving here today, in the middle of a downpour. Gripping the railing of the ferry, and staring over the side, down at the churning water as the moderately sized boat made its turtle slow path to one island to the next, Marcel closed his eyes and took in the crisp and fresh air of the sea. He absently wondered to himself that if circumstances had been different, what would he have thought of his first boat ride? They’d always been so poor their entire life, that he’d never seen the ocean, let alone ridden in a boat before. It wasn’t long until the boat lightly bumped against the harbor, and the passengers all began to line up toward the exit, eagerly awaiting the crewmen to tie the ferry down and allow them to disembark. Marcel grabbed his suitcase, and joined the crowd, though his frail form was easily swarmed and devoured by the throng of other passengers. Absently, his fingers worked apprehensively at the ends of his baggy white jacket, his fingers engulfed by his overly long sleeves. He noticed the nervous habit, and moved his hands away, instead re-clutching the luggage at his feet. He admitted to himself, although slightly regretfully, that he did feel the slightest hint of anxiety building within his chest. Who was the man he was meeting today, and what would his life here be like…? Would he really be able to move on? He hoped so. (( ooc: outfit *points to picture below* XD ))

[Crescent]

Had they followed him in? There was no real way of telling, they could be anyone of these people. No he was being foolish, no one had followed him in because no one knew he was here. Axl corrected his features as another pair passed by him. What was with that, people being in pairs, partners more likely. It made him sick seeing all the women and men together. Didn’t they already know their fate, he did, they’d all end up miserable and bitter. Love wouldn’t hold them together it didn’t hold his family together and it certainly wouldn’t hold them either. Axl sighed wandering to the edge of the ferry, he rested his arms against the cold metal and closed his eyes. He visualized what he had just done, escaping the orphanage. It wasn’t hard, but did require a lot of running, he was so close to being caught. He could almost feel their hands on him, the authorities, he had to open his eyes, just to bring himself back to reality. He could still feel his heart racing, from the run, the escape. 'Get a grip, it’s over I’m free, I shouldn’t be so worked up' he raised a hand running it over his face. Like he said, he almost did get caught, but luckily for him this ferry had been at the right place at the right time. Even if he was now headed to an unknown city or town, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he now had time, time to search for his father. To finally locate him and convince him, show him that they could have a life together, just the two of them. It was a painful memory, thinking back to the reasons why his father put him up for adoption. It actually pissed him off, to no end, thinking about it now, it felt like his blood would boil over. He had to stop, he had to move, to release some of his rage before he caused a scene. Axl pulled away from the edge of the ferry and began wandering, he wasn’t sure where exactly but moving around gave him time to focus on other things, besides his memories. It was only now that he noticed everyone gathering towards the exit, this made him frown, he expected at least to hear a horn or something signaling that they had arrived. “Cheap” he scowled at the ferry’s status as he made haste towards the exit. Upon rushing by he managed to bump into someone, a boy, somewhere around his age. “Move” he scowled again glaring daggers at the kid, almost implying with his eyes that this incident was his fault.

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- Marcel’s thoughts halted the moment someone bumped into him pretty hard, causing him to knock into his suitcase and send it falling over onto its side. Steadying his light weight form, he was thankful that he hadn’t bumped into anyone else with it being so crowded. Slowly, he raised his eyes up and locked onto the white head of the boy who had just run into him. Marcel didn’t like confrontation, and it wasn’t the first time he’d been knocked around while in public, so he had no intention of yelling after the boy. “Move.” The white haired boy suddenly glanced back, scowling at him, and looking rather pissed off that he’d been in the way. Marcel’s brows drew together, and his eyes narrowed somewhat. You bumped into me, he thought, annoyed. Immature people like him got on his nerves, but he simply chose to ignore him and glanced away. Turning back to his luggage, he finally bent over and picked it up. Everyone else had already began to disembark, no doubt that white haired boy shoving his way to the front. So impatient.

[Crescent]

Axl kept moving forward but did glance back to catch another glimpse of that kid, he wasn't exactly sure why. 'I need to focus' drawing his attention back to his main goal. Axl wanted to get off of this boat as soon as possible, he wasn't tall in the least bit, actually quite the opposite which proved annoying in this crowd. It seemed almost impossible to squeeze by everyone. They had stopped moving forward as if waiting for something, probably for the doors to open. 'Humph, their probably trying to open the gates, more then likely rusted over'. People were starting to back up, forcing Axl to back up as well, he ended up directly behind the kid from before but he took no notice. Just peering ahead, trying to see through the bodies in front of him. With seemingly nothing else to do he reached into his pocket and pulled out a very special pocket watch. Something from his father, he ran his thumb over it before checking the time. He didn't put the watch away though, instead kept it securely gripped inside his hand. It was really the only thing he brought with him besides a little black bag, which held other accessories but not much. Learning quickly, that the less he had the easier it was to leave, this wasn't the first time he'd tried to run away and actually got away. Most looked at him like a trouble maker but he didn't care, none of their opinions mattered, only his fathers did. Axl had been practicing too, working really hard to improve his mechanic skills. 'I'll show you father, I can be useful' he took in a deep breath, relieved when the line started moving again.

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- He wasn’t really sure what was going on with the line. The passengers of the ferry were all bunching together, crowding one another, as though ready to get off and onto the island. But, then, they didn’t go anywhere. There were too many people in front of him, for him to see what was going on, but Marcel assumed they were having some sort of docking problem, or technical problem, because the passengers were being ushered back a few feet. Marcel decided to just stay in his spot, rather than join the growing crowd of people becoming impatient. But then someone in back of him bumped into him, and he stumbled forward a few feet. Am I a rag doll? He thought with a frown and a sigh, feeling aggravated today with his light weight and how easily it was for him to be shoved around. Unfortunately, he stumbled forward right into another person. Their shoulders bumped into one another, and when Marcel turned, he blinked back his mild surprise when he realized it was that impatient boy from earlier, who had bumped into him and then told him to move out of the way.

[Crescent]

Things were going fine, he felt almost relaxed when the line started pouring out, they were getting somewhere now. It was short lived though when someone behind him bumped into him, it wouldn't have been a huge deal if he hadn't opened his hands to brace himself, out of instinct. Which rewarded him with the sound of something hitting the ground, a light clanking noise. Like an animal reaction his eyes grew wide and he dropped to his knees in search of his lost object. Almost in a panic, he didn't care if people stopped to see what he was doing or stare. He spotted the small silver prize just a little head of him, he grabbed it quickly and brushed it off, shoving it back into the safety of his pocket. Axl then turned, turned to whoever had pushed him. He was already angry but when he spotted the same kid before he was furious. His face grew red and he looked like he was ready to punch him. "You..." he clenched his hands into fists.

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- Marcel blinked as he straightened up, and stared at the white haired boy as he fell to the ground. Well, at first he had thought that was what happened, and blinked back his confusion, because he knew he hadn’t hit him that hard. He continued to stare, and then realized that the boy had dropped something when he snatched it back up and got to his feet again. Truthfully, the thought of offering him a hand hadn’t crossed his mind. At least, not until the boy had pulled himself back up again, and then reeled around. He practically wore the same expression as before, scowling the way he was, though he seemed to be a lot more angry. “Sorry,” He muttered, and simply blinked, not really sure what else to say.

[Crescent]

Usually Axl would have attacked, with a punch or a kick. But there were to many people around he knew it'd be suicide to draw that much attention to him now. So, instead he just turned and stalked off. Or so it seemed. But he was waiting. 'Sorry....sorry?!' it felt like his body would explode from all of this anger. He couldn't believe how he responded, what a prick, Axl hated him so much right now. Reaching into his pocket he pulled it out, it was a little bit dirty but no real harm done. That wasn't half the problem, it was that Axl believed he had done it on purpose to get revenge from before. Placing it back into his pocket he adjusted his bag and waited, trying to breath slowly and calmly. It was hard because of his condition, the doctors said it was a form of anger management. Another reason why he got into trouble so easily, he never used it as an excuse though, he found it pointless. Since people either thought he was lying or thought it was just an excuse to get out of the consequences. Finally he spotted him, careful to conceal himself, using his height to his advantage he waited until he was just passing him by, before sticking his foot out and tripping him. The sound of his body hitting the ground was music to his ears, stuffing both hands into his pockets he walked by him, looking down at him with a smug expression. "Sorry" he spat, almost in a mocking manner. Axl then left, not bothering to look back this time around.

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- He wasn’t really sure what the white haired boy was going to do. Honestly, for a moment, he was wondering if that coiled fist he’d made was going to be aimed at him. But, instead, the boy just swung around and stalked off, disappearing easily into the crowd as everyone now disembarked from the ferry. Marcel stood there for a long moment, simply watching the back of everyone leaving, and then finally heaved out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging somewhat. What a welcome, he thought dully, and wondered if this was just a foreshadowing of everything that was to come. Maybe coming here hadn’t been the right choice… Picking up the suitcase at his side, he moved forward and exited the ferry with the few remaining passengers. Stepping onto the dock, Marcel immediately found himself distracted by everything around him. It was so different than the city, and he could immediately tell as much. He didn’t see the towering stacks of city buildings in the distance, or the sound of honking cars on busy highways. Instead, he was greeted by open fields of grass, green trees, and seagulls cries. Unexpectedly, he tripped over something. He instantly fell down, onto his hands and knees, his suitcase once again dropping to the floor and toppling over onto its side. For a moment, he was confused, unsure of how he had fallen, or even why. But then he heard a familiar angry voice mockingly, almost joyfully, saying “Sorry”. Marcel glanced up, his eyes locking onto the back of the white haired kid as he casually strolled off. Dislike finally settled deep into his bones, and his jaw hardened as he stared after him. Slowly, he pulled back and remained sitting on the ground, his legs folded underneath him. But, feeling angry only drained what little energy he had, and he quickly let out a heavy sigh. “What’s his problem?” He muttered under his breath, and dusted his dirty hands off onto his black cargo shorts. When he lifted his knee up, he noticed he’d scraped them when falling, and felt another flush of irritation directed toward the kid. He guessed he’d never get away from people who had nothing better to do but make other peoples lives miserable.

[Diggs©]

Okay. Just breathe. In and out. Slow, steady breaths. Sajokai gulped slightly as he stood there, his eyes gazing over the crowd of people that were exiting the ferry. He had a sign held over his head with the word 'SAJOKAI' written on it in big, bold, black sharpie pen. An arrow was pointing down, obviously indicating that he was Sajokai. Some people stared at him oddly as they passed by, other giggled a bit, but he ignored them. He was focused on finding Marcel. The boy that he had agreed to look after when his old friend Jackson had called him up. Upon hearing what was going on with the boy, Sajokai couldn't resist the urge to help him out. He understood what it was like to be in an orphanage, to be put up for adoption. Thankfully, Sajokai's adoptive parents had given him a good home; he wanted to be able to do the same for Marcel. Now, if only he could find him!...

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- Picking himself up off the ground, Marcel dusted himself off and patted at his skinned knee. It wasn’t until now that he actually began to glance around the area, remembering he was looking for Officer Jackson’s old friend, who had decided to take him in, possibly as some sort of charity case. Poor, lonely little boy who had just lost his mother; of course he needed a home. Marcel sighed heavily, and again wondered if this was a good idea. Though, Jackson had told him it was only temporary. But, really, what was ‘temporary’? It almost sounded like a lie. He caught sight of a man, then, and blinked back his surprise. With a sign above his head, it read Sajokai in bold black letters and even had an arrow pointing down to him, as if the sign in itself hadn’t been clue enough. Marcel could only stare, mouth slightly agape, feeling a settlement of disbelief take its place in the pit of his stomach. At another time, perhaps, he would have laughed, finding it funny. But, now, it just seemed…odd. And made him all the more apprehensive. Just what kind of man had Officer Jackson gotten him? Slowly, almost reluctantly, he picked up his fallen luggage and then made his way over to the man and his sign. “…I’m Marcel,” He offered after a pause.

[Diggs©]

Sajokai blinked, lowering the sign slowly as he watched a rather lean, feminine looking teenager approach him. He seemed... cautious? Almost weary? Tilting his head, he managed a lopsided grin while cocking his brow. "What's with the look?" He asked lightly, just meaning it as a rhetorical, joking question and nothing more. A laugh escaped Sajokai's lips and he casually chucked the sign off to the side. "...I'm Marcel." "Yeah, Jackson told me a bit about you. I kinda, well," Giving a sheepish grin, Sajokai scratched at the back of his neck nervously, "pictured you differently? I dunno." He gave a shrug and then smiled while stretching. "So! Did you want to drop your stuff off at my - erm, our house - first and then go for a tour, or just rest today? Your choice, Marcel."

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- Marcel blinked, rather expressionlessly staring at Sajokai as he explained how he had pictured him differently. Same here, he thought to himself, and glanced away. He didn’t really know Officer Jackson very well, so he hadn’t really known what to expect. Other than Jackson’s reassuring “He’s a good guy!” and “You’ll like him a lot!”, but Marcel hadn’t put much thought into that. He may be young, but he wasn’t stupid. At least… not anymore. He had put his love and trust in someone---the one person you’d think would never betray you---and she had thrown it all away, like it was nothing. So selfish, he thought, with a sudden spike of anger, though on the outside he remained impassive. “So!” Sajokai’s enthusiastic voice brought his attention back up to him. “Did you want to drop your stuff off at my - erm, our house - first and then go for a tour, or just rest today? Your choice, Marcel.” For a long moment, he merely stared up at Sajokai, unblinking. But then, slowly, he shifted with his suitcase in his hand and said, “I’d like to rest”. He was a little afraid, now, because he wondered if this person whom he was invading the home of, was going to try and be buddy-buddy with him. Marcel knew he should probably be more appreciative, but he really couldn’t find it in him to be anything more than, well, tired. He hadn’t known it, but the trip had been more emotionally pressing than he realized. Maybe after resting a bit, he could start tomorrow like any other day. Christopher and Emily wouldn’t be waiting for him at this school, though.

[Diggs©]

Sajokai was a bit surprised at how quite this kid was. Sort of. He understood why - Jackson had briefed him on what he needed to know about Marcel; what had happened with his mother - but he hadn't quite expected him to be so... reserved? Well, at least it would make it more interesting to get to know him that way. "Right, come on. It'll take us a while to get back to the house," Sajokai was about to walk off, but he paused and hesitantly glanced down at the sign he'd just chucked away. Scoffing a bit under his breath while rolling his eyes slightly, he grinned and walked over to where it lay. It was while he was straightening his posture, the sign in his hand, that he stopped the continue, "But, uh, if you get tired or something we can stop and take a break." He didn't want to seem judgmental, but Marcel looked a bit... frail? Weak? Sajokai wasn't sure how far the kid could walk, and he didn't want to go pushing him harshly the first day they'd met. He began to reconsider his initial idea of asking Marcel to help on the farm, but then shook his head and smiled as he began to lead the way off the beach. No. He was going to give Marcel a chance; who knew, he might surprise him. Besides, Sajokai figured that if he were in Marcel's shoes he'd want someone to give him a shot at proving himself too. He just hoped he was making the right decision.

[Mr. Darcy ♪]

Spring 16th, 07 monday, 11:00am ------------------------------------------------------------- Marcel’s gaze remained on Sajokai, as he silently studied him. He watched, poker faced, as the white haired man bent to pick up the sign he had earlier haphazardly tossed aside. But then, Sajokai paused as he glanced back at him. Marcel hadn’t had the faintest idea what he was going to say, but when he offered they could take a break now, he had an idea of what was running through his head. It wasn’t anything new, really. Living in a very poor part of the city didn’t exactly leave him innocent to the world around him. He’d grown up, constantly being belittled and played with by those in the area, and even those at school. It was his appearance, or so he gathered by their remarks. Before he could answer, however, Sajokai had apparently taken his silence as a ‘no’ and began to lead the way again. Adjusting his luggage into both of his hands, he silently followed. (( We can skip to his house, if you want. ^^ Unless you think, along the way, Sajokai would ask him questions. ))