Cherry bomb 002 ♦ Nice ♦ En Francais [In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Nice had woken up somewhere dark, cold, and noisy; the metro, or rather, the French version of the underground. She was freezing, and she only felt colder when she emerged into the open air, the rain hardly welcome on her exposed arms. Hugging them around herself, she started walking, trying to work out where in the hell she was now. Of course, the French sign posts gave her a hefty clue.

She'd been walking for about half an hour before deciding to stop somewhere for shelter - she was completely soaked, miserable, and didn't know the first bit of French beyond 'Hello'.

This was going to be a long week.]

Comments

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende tugged on the woman's pants looking to get her attention. He was equally wet and miserable looking, like that wasn't blatently obvious by the big teary eyes and the sniveling.]

C-can y-y-you h-h-help me? O-o-or are y-you g-g-goung to ignore me t-too?

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Nice's eye widens when she see's the little green child toddle over to her, but he was crying and he was all alone]

I ain't gonna ignore ya, kid. What's ya name..? Why're ya here all by ya self?

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[He wiped his eyes a bit. At least this human acknowledged his existance]

M-my name is D-Dende. I-I w-was i-in my r-r-room b-b-back at th-the manor... th-then I w-woke up here! A-and a-a-all... all the humans I asked for h-help k-kept ignoring me... and and it st-started r-raining and... and Moori is gone!

[And another little sob]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She just listens to him, a little bewildered. But he was alone, and crying..so she couldn't just leave him]

Alright then, c'mon - there's no need ta cry, alright?

[Standing up, she reaches down and picks him up carefully, and gives him a big smile]

I'm nice by the way - it's nice ta meetcha Dende. So, how about we go 'n find somewhere outta this rain?

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[ooooh~ he got picked up! Maybe this wasn't going to be such a terrible day after all]

O-okay... th-thank you Miss Nice.

[he wipes his eyes as dry as he can with a wet sleave and holds on tightly to Nice.]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Okay, so, where shall we go..ya hungry Dende?

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

Well I don't need to eat like humans do.... but I really like cupcakes...

[Dende steals a little snuggle in. She was warm.]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Well alrighty then..this is Paris - they got cakes comin' outta their ears here..

[And so begins the search for a pastry/cake shop]

So, how come you're all alone, eh kid?

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

All alone at the manor or all alone here? Well... when I woke up here I was all alone, and if you're talking about why I'm alone in the manor... well... there aren't any grown-ups left alive on my planet.

[In Person]

[want-a-chupa.livejournal.com]

[The rain has done nothing to damper Kio. He's bobbing along the street, arms loaded down with a candy colored umbrella and a rainbow array of shopping bags. He stops when he sees the miserable looking young woman]

Uwwaa! Are you okay?

[He comes rushing up to her]

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Huh? Yeah, I'm fine - just freezin' my ass off..

[She gives him a playful smile anyway]

I'm Nice - what do I call ya?

[In Person]

[want-a-chupa.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm Kio! Kaidou Kio! But you can call me Kio-chan! And I guess I'll call you Nee-chan!

[He laughs, nee-chan, sister or a girl he's just met]

I have a sweater in one of these bags if you want to wear it!

[He smiles brightly at her]

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Chan? Sounded Japanese.

When he offered her a sweater she puts her hands up, shaking her head]

No no, I'm fine really - they're new, I wouldn't wanna get 'em all dirty. It's alright, I'm tougher than I look

[Grin]

It's good ta meetcha, Kio

[In Person]

[want-a-chupa.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

[He brandishes the sweater again. It's pretty feminine for a man's sweater, but that's how Kio rolls.]

At least come under the umbrella.

[He turns the umbrella back and forth invitingly]

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She considers it, before standing up and smiling]

Okay, thanks~

[Lookit Kio! You've got an umbrella buddy~!]

[In Person]

[want-a-chupa.livejournal.com]

[Yay! Kio likes buddies of all kinds! He holds the umbrella so that they're both covered]

So, Nee-chan, have you ever been to Paris before?

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head]

Nah - the furthest I've been outta New York is Chicago. But, I've heard a lot about this place; city of love or somethin', right?

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[A whistle, not a wolf whistle, just a call.]

Nice!

[He gives a black gloved wave from where he's leaning against a nearby shop front. The bright striped oning protects him from the rain]

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She looks up, and takes a second before noticing where the voice was coming from. When she see's Mello, she straightens up and jogs over]

Hey - Glad ta see someone else here

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[A nod]

You too. Survived the fuzzballs, huh? I swear to God I was this close to blowing the shit out of all of them. I even made a time-bomb just never got around to setting it off and exploding the little fuckers into hundreds of tiny pieces.

[She was another bomb lover/pyro, he'd worked it out. Mello had a feeling she'd understand his feelings.]

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She smirks wickedly]

I always find time, but I was never one for cleanin' up after. Awful lotta mess for such tiny bastards

[True story. She'd blown up a huge pile of them within her first hour of bin in the Manor~]

So, what's thedeal with this place? How can we be in Paris or where ever we are?

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

See, I should just stop worrying about other people.

[Which is the one thing that's stopped him from blowing many things up since coming to the Manor.]

Because we're not really in Paris. We're in the Author's version of Paris. She's done her research but I'm sure there's a mistake or hole somewhere around here.

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

..Alright then..so, I'm guessin' I should just get used ta this sorta thing happenin' a lot huh?

Whatta pain..

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, yes.

[In Person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She frowns, but nods]

Guess I'd better start adaptin' then..should we find somewhere ta warm up a little? I'm freezin'