Post by troblsomtwins829 on Feb 14, 2015 7:50:30 GMT -8
This is a bit of a story idea i had several months ago to make a book or something out of. I've been holding onto it since last semester wondering if i should continue it or not, so I'm gonna give you guys a preview and tell me what you think.
Note that this was inspired by the game Animal Crossing and the possibility of a darker secret behind villagers coming and going. i kept track of who came and left for almost a year, but then i just stopped after a while when i had enough to work with, i felt. hope you enjoy.
Note that this was inspired by the game Animal Crossing and the possibility of a darker secret behind villagers coming and going. i kept track of who came and left for almost a year, but then i just stopped after a while when i had enough to work with, i felt. hope you enjoy.
Rain battered silently against the roof of the cab strong enough to make a sound, but constant enough that it had become a dull roar that reverberated through the inner compartment of the moving vehicle. The cab glided on wings as it drove through the thin puddles and streams the never ending droplets had created, forming a spray that looked of wings, flapping, from a distance. Within this cab was the driver, a middle aged man with an already balding scalp; his hair, a dark green moss, and blue, glazed over eyes, as the long hours on the road had hypnotized him into a daze. In the back was his passenger, a young woman, no older than thirty, no younger than twenty; her face was hidden beneath the striped grey and black hoodie she wore. Only a handful of strands of her burning sunset hair could be seen from the cabbie’s rear-view mirror. The only hair the cabbie could really see were those on her tail. It was short, but not too short, and puffy but not frizzled. It carried browns and greys and was tipped in white.
The woman carried a small bag next to her, a lime green backpack that remained closed and straps around the upper flap to keep the contents within from escaping. She, too, had fallen under the rain’s spell, and had been half asleep since it began; the gentle rumbling of thunder in the far above heavens did little to shatter the fantastic dreams that swam through the ocean of her subconscious. The cabbie, on the other hand, was not so content, and the growing silence had made him jittery and nervous.
“So…” the cabbie began hesitantly, “Head’n out on yer own, then lassie?” he was clearly a fisherman, the accent of boaters is very hard to shake, but his nervous interjection did not go unrewarded. The woman’s concentration broken, she turns to the cabbie, her face still hidden in her hood, and smiled.
“Yeah, first time, I’m a little nervous,” her voice shook a bit, but was strong and confident; controlled, though soft. She looked back through the window and watched the scenery passing by, in the distance the clouds had parted slightly and the heavenly light of the sun was breaking through; slowly, like a tortoise, it crawled through the rain burdened forest to shine its light wherever it could. The cab suddenly jolted as they flew over a small pot hole.
“Blasted! This rain be thick as grand-mama’s soup, it is!” Cabbie cursed, getting his vehicle back under control, “It’s been going on fer ‘ours now and not a wink o’ sunshine since this morn’” he continued his grumbling, but the woman remained unfazed; for she loved the rain. “Say, lass, I must’a forgot’n to ask ye. I don’t recall yer name.”
“Okami, Andince Okami,” She replied, still staring out the window. Okami could not tell if the cabbie had genuinely forgotten they had introduced one another before setting off, or the rain made him that nervous that he had; it mattered not, however. After six hours on the road, one can become rather tired of the long grey stretch before them, the never ending tread that only looks of twists and turns, but grows straighter as they near.
“Okami… yes, I-I remember now…” The cabbie grew quiet, it was rather chilled within the vehicle, but he appeared to sweat profusely. Fortunately the car freshener along with his cologne and deodorant prevented his passenger from smelling any of the slight reek. Still, speaking with this woman appeared not the thing that pained him so; he opened his mouth to speak again and Okami turned, expecting another question almost eagerly. Cabbie quickly shut his maw and opened it again, straying his eyes from the road to take a quick, fleeting glimpse at her, now, visible features.
Okami had a soft face, chiseled chin for sure, but her features were soft. Her mouth was narrow, and high, but not too small. Her nose was slightly upturned, but was just the right size that it fit perfectly on her face without looking either cute or obscene. The cabbie noticed, with some surprise, how her bright red hair clashed with such dull green eyes, perhaps the rain was getting to them both; he turned back to the road, taking one final look to remember her by, the line of freckles across her nose so faint he didn’t notice it at first. Okami, noting that the cabbie may not have anything left to ask her, turned back to the window and watched the field beside them.
The woman carried a small bag next to her, a lime green backpack that remained closed and straps around the upper flap to keep the contents within from escaping. She, too, had fallen under the rain’s spell, and had been half asleep since it began; the gentle rumbling of thunder in the far above heavens did little to shatter the fantastic dreams that swam through the ocean of her subconscious. The cabbie, on the other hand, was not so content, and the growing silence had made him jittery and nervous.
“So…” the cabbie began hesitantly, “Head’n out on yer own, then lassie?” he was clearly a fisherman, the accent of boaters is very hard to shake, but his nervous interjection did not go unrewarded. The woman’s concentration broken, she turns to the cabbie, her face still hidden in her hood, and smiled.
“Yeah, first time, I’m a little nervous,” her voice shook a bit, but was strong and confident; controlled, though soft. She looked back through the window and watched the scenery passing by, in the distance the clouds had parted slightly and the heavenly light of the sun was breaking through; slowly, like a tortoise, it crawled through the rain burdened forest to shine its light wherever it could. The cab suddenly jolted as they flew over a small pot hole.
“Blasted! This rain be thick as grand-mama’s soup, it is!” Cabbie cursed, getting his vehicle back under control, “It’s been going on fer ‘ours now and not a wink o’ sunshine since this morn’” he continued his grumbling, but the woman remained unfazed; for she loved the rain. “Say, lass, I must’a forgot’n to ask ye. I don’t recall yer name.”
“Okami, Andince Okami,” She replied, still staring out the window. Okami could not tell if the cabbie had genuinely forgotten they had introduced one another before setting off, or the rain made him that nervous that he had; it mattered not, however. After six hours on the road, one can become rather tired of the long grey stretch before them, the never ending tread that only looks of twists and turns, but grows straighter as they near.
“Okami… yes, I-I remember now…” The cabbie grew quiet, it was rather chilled within the vehicle, but he appeared to sweat profusely. Fortunately the car freshener along with his cologne and deodorant prevented his passenger from smelling any of the slight reek. Still, speaking with this woman appeared not the thing that pained him so; he opened his mouth to speak again and Okami turned, expecting another question almost eagerly. Cabbie quickly shut his maw and opened it again, straying his eyes from the road to take a quick, fleeting glimpse at her, now, visible features.
Okami had a soft face, chiseled chin for sure, but her features were soft. Her mouth was narrow, and high, but not too small. Her nose was slightly upturned, but was just the right size that it fit perfectly on her face without looking either cute or obscene. The cabbie noticed, with some surprise, how her bright red hair clashed with such dull green eyes, perhaps the rain was getting to them both; he turned back to the road, taking one final look to remember her by, the line of freckles across her nose so faint he didn’t notice it at first. Okami, noting that the cabbie may not have anything left to ask her, turned back to the window and watched the field beside them.
