Who Are They? (Revisited: Open)

[Aatiyah]

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[Nik]

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While the upper-class areas had its perks, the environment often became rather dreary. Of course, it was much more luxurious than the area of which he lived in before, but Alonzo often became rather uninterested easily. It was something that, ironically, bothered those around him more than bothered himself. Thus, he ventured where he noticed not many voluntarily went- the lower class areas.
It wasn’t out of charity, nor was it out of curiosity. It was for change of place. He couldn’t live in an area for several months without exploring its entirety, that was certain, but he could hardly bear staying in an area which reflected such ordinary, repetitive events that end only to repeat once more.
Such things often fueled his realization that, to each Heaven, was always a hell. And here, he concluded, the hell would be a place where the rich gossip about. He expected a shithole thirty times larger than the alleyways in the worst cities of France.
So far, he hardly stumbled upon such a discovery. While he began to feel the burn of disappointment swell in the back of his throat, he realized that of most things, he should feel relief.
Where the lowers dwell was subtly, if not modestly different from upper class areas. Society was still similar- children playing, people working, talking, and cheering were prevalent- though the surroundings differed greatly. From where he stood, he could spot villages in the back of the town.
Also from where he stood, were streets and city-buildings that towered over the people. While some of these buildings were larger than those of the upper class houses, it was somewhat apparent that they did not hold the same luxuries. That bothered him.
The exceedingly large separation of class seemed as if they were being done on purpose. Certainly, these people could be just as well-off as the uppers. They work just as hard.
If not, harder.
At least this stroll provided him a better outlook on the area of which he lived on now, though; quite unfortunately, he had not visited most of the shared areas.
Maybe over there, a lesser sense of superiority reigned? He doubted it. Though he chose to wear the least showiest outfit in his wardrobe, he still got rather detestable looks from under the slits of eyes of most people. Mainly from children, but children were rather detestable things.
As refuge, he moved away from the busy street and against the wall of a house that belonged to someone he didn’t know. Without thinking, he sits on the sidewalk, watching the people come and go.
Hoping quietly that they pay him no mind.
In the corner of his eye, he meets the silhouette of a young woman with a scowl on her face. Most likely it wasn’t a scowl, but it most certainly wasn’t a smile.
Longing for conversation, he mvoes closer to her, and remarks, “Oh, my. A young woman with a rather concerned look on her face. What brings you here?”
It was a question that was inevitably going to turn on him. [/style]

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tagged: aatiyah’s alyssa
notes: herp herp

[Aatiyah]

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[Nik]

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He scoffed at her reply. He didn’t quite expect something like that, considering the way she reacted at first.
She seemed to have chosen her words with precise care, seeing that had she used the wrong types of language, then he would most likely have reacted badly. Had it been a blatantly offensive verbal attack, he thought, I very much would like to think I would be a little unhappy.
Though, somewhere in his head, he knew he wouldn’t be able to react in that way, since he was prone to not realizing a bad situation, even if it hit him square in the face.
“Alright, I might take that answer, though it seems somewhat dodgy.” He replied, twiddling his thumbs while feeling her eyes on him. He didn’t know whether or not she had said the answer and meant it, or said it to avoid any real answering. From his viewpoint, it could’ve been both. Smart.
Though, at that point, he wondered, would he have to watch his language just as well? Or would he just be able to say anything?
Given the obvious social structure in this new area, he might have to tread just as carefully as she did. He had already been handed several odd glances, which, surprisingly, he replied with a polite smile. And she had been looking at him just as strangely as well.
Suddenly, he found himself relieved that he hadn’t brought Anita with him. She would’ve glared right back at those people and, in heavy accent, told them to go stare in the mirror if that’s all they were capable of.
Jesus, he was beyond relief. She was most likely not aware of the social structure just as well as he was, thus anything she said to these low-classes would’ve been taken as slander from rich kids and fancy pants.
“Anyway, let’s put away the formalities and introduce ourselves. My name’s Alonzo.” He outstretched his hand politely. “Would you like a drink?”[/style]

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tagged: aatiyah's alyssa
notes: herp herp

[Aatiyah]

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[Nik]

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He blinked. “Home?” He laughed a little, ignorant of Alyssa’s somewhat harsh tone. “My home is a long way from here.”
He wasn’t referring to his home in the upper class section.
And what was that sudden change in personality? Was that sort of thing common for these people?
Did he do something? He didn’t think so, but suddenly, he realized that there was, for certain, a huge boundary between where he came from and where Alyssa did.
He bit his lip. A large amount of shushed whispering ensued. “And what do you mean by suitable? I’m not really out here for a drink, but if you would please clarify…” He stood up, ready to follow her. For a moment, he lost his footing as he looked around the area, which hadn’t changed but obviously a different, less welcoming atmosphere took over.
“Walk with me and don’t stop to talk.”
“What?” He followed her, trying to keep up with her quick pace. “I won’t talk, but…if you don’t mind me asking, are the lot of you always like this?”
It was a polite question, at least, as polite as Alonzo could make it. He realized the sound of his words only after he said them, noticing that they sounded harsh. He tried to find something in his head to soften the blow, but only came up with another question. “I mean, are the lot of you always this…moody?”
Or biased?
Or one of the two?
He didn’t say the last two, he made sure of that, but the words itched at the inside of his mouth. He had yet to have seen a rich citizen talk to a poorer one- a normal rich citizen, not one like him- much less did he ever want to, considering the way he was being talked to by Alyssa. [/style]

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notes: herp herp

[Aatiyah]

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[Nik]

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Alonzo could notice, even from behind, Alyssa’s shoulders tense as he interrogated her. Was she ignoring him, or was it just his insecurities, coming back to bite at his neck?
He glanced behind him several times, trying to identify some of the faces they passed. Most of them looked past his direction. Some of the frowned as he passed them- a simple, darkening frown, one with very little meaning behind it. That was alright, he thought. When he walked around town at his home, he noticed Anita’s father being handed those very same looks.
Trivial ideas aside, he took notice of Alyssa’s recent question. “Haha, what gave me away?”
He grinned again, as he tried to walk beside her with a hesitant gait. “I’m from Spain. You know where that is?”
The fact that she dodged his other question bothered him, but he didn’t feel like asking her again. Instead, he decided to make a small, thin conversation.
“Is this bar nice? What’s it like?”
Childish, foolish questions they were, and he was fully aware of that, but it seemed rather difficult to make any sort of conversation with Alyssa. Not that she seemed like a bad person, it certainly wasn’t that, but it seemed that she was trying to avoid them, silently opposing them with a quiet tolerance. Hopefully, he asked good questions this time around, preferably something she would answer. Answer or not, though, he didn’t seem to care.
So long as they arrive at the designated destination, he was probably fine with the idea of not talking.[/style]

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tagged: aatiyah's alyssa
notes: herp herp

[Aatiyah]

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[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
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