Thread: You Will Be My Mate (Dream and Zig)

Nah, don't worry. I just like writing. The street was fairly desolate at the time of night. It was an off-road sort of apartment, so off in the distance once could hear the brimming city life just along the other side of the park and to the north of the street. The street-lights seemed to flicker on and off, threatening to leave the terrace in blinding darkness for the remainder of the evening odd animals such as strays out outdoors cats skittered back and forth across the small street, avoiding cars here and there. It was a quiet, well-kept little street, lined to the brim with waterfall trees that resembled natural cataracts some of the spare houses--a few old and Victorian like, the others much more modern--were dressed outside with flowers and other flora. In fact, one older woman even had a glass terrarium next her house across the street, just near the park entrance. Jonta always found the wafting scent of the summery flowers alluring, especially during the evening when the scent of coffee and weed drowned out other aromas. The store Jonta had traveled too was a small establishment owned by a 25 year old Latin man by the name of Chewy Garcia. No one really knew his true first name. He had ran that store ever since the building was built, and it wasn't long ago. It was a basic convenience store tiled floors, shelves, make-shift music from a radio at the front of the store and a television to keep Chewy occupied while he waited for patrons. The bell chimed when Jonta forced open the door, regarding the handsome man with her slender, chocolaty brown eyes. He was always glad to have Jonta come and visit, especially since she even went out of her way to help him when there was an odd of customers. Hey Jonta, haven't seen ya in a few days, he lulled, stroking the wiry hairs on his chin. What've you been up to? She took a few moments to reply her eyes were glued on the television. It seemed Chewy, too, was watching the news. Oh. She paused and turned to greet the man. Just... school. She hid herself behind the shelf, plucking a box of popcorn and a two liter bottle of soda. She dropped it up on the counter and Chewy refused to have her pay, so she tucked away the bill. Have you been watching the news? He asked colorfully. She merely nodded. A ten-foot tall furry man? That's kinda funny, don'tcha thing? And a little outlandish, too. His comment was followed by a wry chuckle, laced with a thick Latin accent. He then slicked back his hair, examining the woman before him. So what about those um.. boys I seen all running up the stairs the other day? They all live in the building now? It was rare she spoke, though, he never asked why. Speaking wasn't her thing, so, he didn't bothering prying. I don't know. One of them talked to me... he's odd. was all she said. She kept the bottle and box in her arms and exited the store, casually waving goodbye to Chewy. Back out in the street she found herself, waiting for a nearby car to pass so she could cross. However... beyond the highbeams she noticed something--a figure, quite familiar. Blaine? She swallowed the knot in her throat and merely hopped across the street, ignoring the glare of an unusually suspicious looking man in the process.listu