Make Up Your Mind (Amaya)

[noaheaton]

LATELY I'VE BEEN WISHING
I HAD ONE DESIRE
something that would make me never want another

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something that would make it so that nothing matters[/b][/font][/size]
ALL WOULD BE CLEAR THEN[/center]

Noah leaned back on the park bench, taking a long, unnecessary intake of breath. The amusement park around him seemed to vibrate with a strange energy, like it was its own living organism. Light’s flashed, rides spun, bounced, and rotated. All of the motion coupled with the noise of tinny carnival music, laughter, and screams made for an electric atmosphere. Sitting there alone, it was actually a little overwhelming.

But Noah wasn’t going to be alone for long—or at least he hoped so. He was supposed to be joined by another. By a girl. A human girl. He had invited her to the Victorian Gardens amusement park in Central Park, thinking it was a good idea at the time. Now he wasn’t so sure. The thought itself gave Noah a weird, bittersweet feeling. He was glad to have met someone he had something in common with, someone he got along with at all. But she was so fragile. So mortal. The two were definitely different from the other in that aspect. I mean, the difference between mortal and immortal was a pretty gigantic gap, wasn’t it?

How had he ever thought any type of relationship would work between the two?

Noah sighed, running his fingers through his slightly unkempt brown hair. He was being stupid. Always over analyzing every little situation. He tended to do that a lot. And he was just being so negative, didn’t he deserve at least a little happiness?

Because this girl did make him happy. For whatever reason, he enjoyed spending time with her. And wasn’t that enough?

Noah wasn’t sure. He wasn’t ever really sure of anything, even if he liked to pretend to be.

His hand involuntarily twitched toward the right pocket of his jeans, where his pack of cigarettes rested. Noah always relied on a cig to calm him down when his brain started going a little too quickly for his liking. But it probably wasn’t great manners to blow smoke in the face of his guest upon greeting her. And besides, he was supposed to be quitting.

After a few minutes of going back and forth, battling in his mind for both anti- and pro-cigarette he got so annoyed with himself that he ended up taking the pack out of his pocket, throwing it in the trashcan next to the bench.

Damn it, he thought. It was his last pack.

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[/color] amaya.
WORD COUNT[/color] 417.
OUTFIT[/color]here.
TIME[/color] early evening, after dark.
CREDIT[/color] to ELLEN!?
NOTES hope this is okay.[/right][/blockquote][/size]

[* Kioko]

As always, Amaya wore little makeup and wasn't adorned with bright colors or fancy jewelry, but the simple attire just seemed to suit her. She was donned in an outfit that complimented her looks and yet wouldn't draw the attention of any passersby. Of course, there was a for her to want to go unnoticed. Anyone, even in such a whimsical place as an amusement park, could be one of the men hunting for her. Those predators were demons from the darker times of her past, and though it was a few years ago that she'd been abducted, paranoia still set in whenever she was surrounded by masses of people. For her own sake, she'd never allowed Noah to know the truth of why she'd stopped performing. Memories of her nights as a hostage weren't easily brought up in conversation. Not to mention, dreaded ever having to speak of that particular topic again.

Glancing over her shoulder, she slipped into the crowd and began to meander through the sea of people. Many of them were mere children and yet most of those kids were at least her height, if not taller. Then there were the never-ending chains of giggling teenage girls and their punk boyfriends. Huh. How funny. Unable to see over the masses, she just hoped that the direction she was heading was the right way. Losing her way in brightly flashing lights and mechanical clicks from monstrous roller coasters was not her idea of fun.

After a few more minutes of swimming through excited kids, closely followed by desperate mothers, and then dreamy-eyed couples, a demure smile slowly appeared on Amaya's lips. So... There you are. Perched on an old park bench, seeming slightly distressed about something, was the man she'd been trying to find among all the chaos of the park.

Toying with an idea, Maya tucked her hands into her pockets and stood back, watching him for a moment. With a pack of cigarettes clasped in one hand, he was sitting there. Just sitting there staring, and then all of a sudden, he rather passionately chucked the pack in the nearest trash bin. Now, what in the world is that about? With an amused grin at play on her face, the human arched a brow at his peculiar behavior.

It would have been entertaining to see how long it took for him to notice her presence, but that was a cruel game to play on someone who so obviously dis-shelved. Perhaps he just felt out of place in all the commotion. It was all a little dizzying, but Amaya was used to the feeling. The streets of New York were always bustling, and since that was where she could often be found, the pandemonium was quite normal. Plus, she was human, so there really wasn't much of a sensory overload.

Slipping her hands out from her pockets, the girl brushed a lock of hair from her vision and finally stepped from the stream of people. As she neared him, a coy smile rose on her countenance. "Amusement parks are supposed to be fun, you know, not places of torture." The gentle chide was made in good humor, and the mock sternness with which she said it quickly gave way to a quiet greeting. "It's nice to see, Noah. Although, I wish I could have gotten here a little bit sooner, maybe saved you some trouble." Her eyes shifted to the trashcan and then back to him.


word count ●● 575
tagged ●● Noah
notes ●● It's good. ^^
clothing ●● Here
credits ●● Credit to The Fray & photobucket.