Breathe. [Violet]

[joelle]

The dark. It was cold, suffocating and it made the social butterfly feel alone. Not only did she not like it, but she definitely did not want to be out and about at this time. Letting out a breath as she stood underneath of a street light, she watched as it floated up into the sky. Winter in the Big Apple.. It was overshadowed by the nightlife... She would much prefer being within the confines of a nightclub or something of the like. Flying lights and even if she were claustrophobic, she would stand it, because the scent of bodies and sweat was much more enthralling to the girl. The sense of fun and freedom overrode anything else that her mind could formulate.

As a car sped by at nearly hypersonic speeds, she let out a slight gasp as she backed up against the post that the light was supported upon. Jumpy? Who, Joelle? "Fuuuck." The girl hissed suddenly, her hands gripping into fists. The skin of her knuckles pulled back so tight that the already pale skin began to bleach an even more ghostly color. Laughter of a couple rung out throughout the street as they passed in front of her.. and she swallowed a sudden sick feeling that rose in her throat. She had to be out of this place, right now. Turning her body, she took off down the street.

The sound of unusually high heels clicked down the concrete walkway, and then came to a sudden halt. The female stopped at the entry point with a mass of light pouring out. And she shuddered a small bit. It was the subway system. And it was better than the streets that threatened to consume, therefore.. One step after another, she made her way down into the unusually quiet halls. There weren't trains yet.. but she figured it would be soon.

[violet]

Holy shit.

Lost was an understatement. An extreme understatement.

So far away from her little red-dust town in Australia, Violet had honestly been hoping it would come naturally to her – the internal navigational system one must have if they ever wanted to get anywhere in this place. But alas, it did not. Where were all those ghastly yellow taxis and nasty looking buses that one would probably contract a disease from if they sat for too long? She had left that area over an hour ago and was now wandering in a slightly darker place. The buildings were rather dank looking and the streets weren't exactly bustling with people. In short, it was a terrifying place to be, especially when at night and alone and one-hundred percent completely lost.

She stopped and adjusted her jacket, far too light for this weather, and pulled it tighter around herself before rushing off to the light and sense of safety the next streetlight gave off; though it really wasn't much. It was a bad idea to come here. That was the only rational thought going through her head. The others were images of dark men in long coats with nothing but evil intentions. Or glowing eyes in the shadows, waiting to pounce upon her frail form. So fearful of these imaginary terrors, she had her keys clenched in her fist, one between each finger ready to punch anyone that came too close. Paranoid? A bit.

The lights caught her attention first. They were strong, much better than the flickering, dull lights that lined the streets. And there was even the faint sound of people, a sound she never thought she would welcome with such intensity as she did. She had even allowed herself a bit of a run as she made a bee-line for the source of these amazing things that had been so lacking in her wanderings.

Let it be known that Violet was not one to lose her cool often, so as soon as she had entered the subway system her gait slowed and a pale hand ran through her flyaway hair to calm the mess that constant, freezing wind had created. “Goodonya, Vi. You managed to not get molested, attacked, or eaten.” That little proclamation to herself said, she began to wander, looking vaguely for a map but mostly enjoying the feeling of safety and slight warmth.

[joelle]

A finger trailed along a matted and torn piece of paper that seemed to have taken abuse from day after day. The people of New York whom needed a guide through the area or tourists whom had gotten themselves lost within the systems and inner-workings of the city. The map that hung on the wall was nearly on the verge of just wrinkling up and crumbling to pieces on the floor in front of her feet. Though, that didn't stop the Sagittarius from poking and prodding at it. "Okay," the girl managed out as she stared at it, "since i'm here.. then where is where? Ugh.." The girl couldn't help the feeling of sickness that continued to ride on her back something akin to a jockey. And it was definitely only steering her into more and more trouble, because the feeling of getting away just made it all the worse. One of her hands rose and she touched the side of her blonde head.

Navigation was not a skill that she was granted. "To není dobré... To není dobré..." She muttered to herself to achieve some sort of calm and wit about herself. Speaking in her many different languages seemed to help at times, but not this. And she could not stomach the thought of going back onto the streets of New York. At night. Disgust. As the sound of another voice sounded in the long halls of subway tunnels and trains, she tossed her head in the direction of the sound. It was heavily accented.. Almost cute in a way. Though, the bewitching effects that accents had on most people seemed to lose their effect upon Joelle.

Though, that didn't mean she couldn't be friendly and nice to the person, now did it? "You look a bit lost." She called out to the pretty young woman, tilting her head to the side. A smile curved at her lips and she beckoned the other female over to where she was standing. "And judging by your voice, I wouldn't assume that you are from this area.. at all. The map's right here." Good Samaritan. It was an achievement that Joelle could have unlocked in this moment. If real life had achievements, that is.

[violet]

That sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach decided to rear its ugly head again as she realized the sounds of people were not from here. There was no one that she could see, not that she was looking. She was more focused on the dirty floor, wishing she could sink into it and reappear somewhere that had a lot of people and at least one nice one that would be ever so pleased to guide her towards her hotel so that she could sleep and forget this entire day. They were most likely from one of the buildings nearby and in her haste to cling to any form of human life she has assumed wrong. How embarrassing, not that anyone would ever know.

So when the voice rang out from a wall she had not yet scanned for a map, she jumped. And made a sort of squeaking sound that really shouldn't come from a human but nevertheless, it did. And her face turned a bright red which she really did try to fight but it was a losing battle. Now she'd have to not only somehow regain her cool, but not look like an idiot foreigner while doing so. “Erm, yes, sorry.” She took a deep breath and began the long trek over to where she was being summoned. Not that it was very far. Twenty feet at best, but she was near her breaking point so everything seemed a tad bit out of proportion. Mentally cursing her accent she continued, “Thank you very much. This place is absolutely ridiculous. I swear, you need a GPS just to get down a street. I've been wandering about for hours.” More than she had wanted to say, but she hoped the bit of word vomit would come off as friendly sharing; definitely not crazy babble. But it felt so good to know that she was not alone in a scary place. And this odd person had at least smiled. That was a good sign. Rapists aren't polite, are they? She wasn't sure and it wasn't in good form to ask so Violet just left it at that and prayed she didn't come off nearly as weird as she felt.

Offering a quick smile to make up for whatever impression she might have given, she scanned the map and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally some sense in this place. “I'm Violet by the way. Aussie, as you might have guessed; but please spare me the shrimp on the barbie thing.” They're fucking prawns.

[joelle]

Joelle's arms flailed back and forth a few different times as she awaited the girl on her long trek over to her in the eerily quiet train station. Her eyes scanned over the young female's face and she let a small smile cross her lips. She was pretty, and her face looked rather soft to the touch. A part of her wondered if it was au natural. A part of her figured that it was. Her teal eyes kept on examining her, judging, things such as that. It was her natural reaction. She was a woman who was bright, vivid, and very abrasive. She wasn't discrete about checking another person out.

"Yeah," Joelle replied with a slight sigh as she reached up, scratching the side of her head. "This place is ridiculously crazy, and sadly, I don't have a GPS mounted on my chest or anything like this. So we will have to resort to using these old, smelly maps that have probably been here for more than ten years." Turning her gaze back to the map, she began to read out the times in her mind. And then she looked down at her watch for a few seconds. And then back to the map on the wall, and once more to her watch. And her nose wrinkled a bit, "Next train is supposed to be here in hmm.." She mumbled quietly, furrowing her brow together as she shook her head a bit.

"Five minutes ago."

"Violet huh? And I'm rather good with linguistics and things such as that, trust me, I'm not going to go off and make fun of your accent or anything." A smile was now held on her red painted lips as she peered at the other girl, "I'm Joelle and I'm a native from America, Jacksonville, Florida to be completely exact. Basically, I've never seen the snow until I came here, to New York."

The sounds of rails screeching in the distance could be heard...