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Gale delivers a shady package with the help of a stranger. (Lucy)

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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

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Postby Gale Austin McCenry on March 28th, 2015, 10:20 am

12th of Spring, 515 A.V.
East Street


Couriers don't ask questions. That was rule number one to delivering mail.

Okay, maybe the first rule was to actually deliver the mail on a timely manner, but the second rule was to not as questions. You don't ask what it's for, you don't ask what it is or what it says, and you certainly don't ever, ever open it. Couriers aren't meant to ask questions about their deliveries. They were the mindless zombies of communication. They merely went in, got he package, went out and delivered it. Rinse repeat. That's it.

So what was a courier supposed to do when they got a package like... this?

As Gale slowly made his way down the street, he eyed the hefty letter with a quirk in his brow. The man claimed it was a mere letter with some jewelry inside. It was to be delivered to his daughter's fiance who was apparently 'a large man with a black beard'. Like there weren't plenty of other large men with beards in this town. But wait, he said he was 'a large man with a black beard who isn't wearing a shirt and has a tattoo on his chest'. It was a little more specific, but there were still plenty of sailors in this town. Plenty of sailors who had tattoos on their chests and liked to show them off. But apparently, you'd 'know him when you see him' so it was all fine and dandy, right?

The blonde man sighed, flicking a golden strand of curly hair out of his face. Not only was the man's lack of description a bit shady, but the wide lump in the package was a bit concerning as well. A few pieces of jewelry didn't fully describe the shape, so if it was jewelry then it must either be melting or a pretty oddly shaped jewels. For one, it was thicker than just a necklace. Even more so than a ring. And it looked like all one big piece. What sort of jewelry was this thick?

Baffled by the conspicuous content of the package and letter, the artist shook his head and carried on. Don't ask questions, Gale. All he had to do was take the irregular package and deliver to the vaguely described man on East street. Simple, right?

"This should be fun."

The streets of Zeltiva were always busy this time of day and today was like any of the others. The streets were filled with people from all walks of life and Gale danced around them all like the wind in which he was named after. He wasn't any good at running and he sure as heck wasn't any good at jumping on the rooftops, but weaving through crowds? That was something he was born to do.

To the naked eye, the vested man didn't appear out of the ordinary at all. His long, unruly locks and emaciated figure blended in nicely with the starving city and nasty looking sailors. A mere glance and you wouldn't think anything of him. But a lingering gaze could catch a hold of his occasional twist and turns. Gale contorted with the crowd and it's flow like a masterful dance. He spun around slow couples, leaned out of the way of flags, signs, and even dodged flailing hands that were all too hasty to to wave their friends over. If one didn't know any better, one could think that he could do it with his eyes closed, but of course, that would take away his majestic ability all together. After all, the only reason in which he was able to maneuver so quickly in the crowd was because he looked ahead.

Gale saw the woman looking aimlessly into the crowd before she raised her hand to wave the other woman over, he saw the man eying the fish stand causing them to slow down, and he saw the small flags and fabrics that waves in the air to tell who was who and what was what. He looked ahead so he knew what to expect.

But scarves were a different story. Scarves were unpredictable.

While Gale was focused on a long, red scarf that flew in the wind behind the gorgeously dressed young lady, he slowed down, trying to depict the pattern of it's random sways. It didn't move too much, and especially not in his direction, which was to her right, but he kept a blue eye or two on it as he stepped beside her to move around. But with the thick hairs on his face and the light hairs on his arms twitching in the breeze, Gale knew the wind was about to pick up a little more. Direction was indecipherable.

The man turned to the scarf, the pretty lady too occupied to notice his stare, and he took a unfortunate step to his right to avoid the uncertain clothe. But with said step came a young girl, running between the skirts and pants of her elders with a sly grin. The sudden movement had caught the corner of his eye, and he suddenly twisted on the balls of his heels to the little girl. But his sharp mannerism had caused him to roughly bump the lady and her scarf. He jolted forward to compensate, but the little girl was there in front of him.

One misplaced step after another took him to his downfall, and it was his downfall that had caused the child to run into his side which had contained his bag of letters. The pack slid off his shoulder and flung onto the street, the letters spraying out like caged birds onto the stop. The impact had caused the little girl to stumble herself, and her stumble turned into a tumble, and like a tumble weed, she ran right into another passerby.

By this time, the traffic in that particular vicinity had all but stopped. The people moved around the large mess like a pebble in a stream, leaving Gale and the little girl to deal with their chaos.
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Postby Lucy Colburn on March 29th, 2015, 7:59 am

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Lucy was out in the streets again. The East Street, this time to be exact. Wandering like she usually did, looking for something exciting to do, or something interesting to see. But of course, her efforts came up with nothing. The streets were oddly packed at this time of the day. The adventurous young woman, who could never sit still for long, without a task in mind, wandered the streets, hoping to chance upon something interesting. It was a long shot, but it was still worth a try.

They were filled with people from all walks of life, the young and the rich, men and women, sailors and labourers. She weaved herself in and out through the throng of human traffic, somewhat forming a little game of her own in her bored mind. Her goal was to reach the end of the district without so much as to bumping into someone. With a new task at hand, she grew more excited and focused, no longer without anything in mind.

With a playful smile on her face at every successful attempt of preventing herself from bumping into someone, she was having fun indeed. She had spent many a day exactly like this one, playing her little game of avoiding people, creating fun where there was none.

As Lucy continued her little game of weaving in and out of people, some people were annoyed at the darting figure, sending out some yells her way. A couple of chimes later, Lucy spotted a lady with a bright red scarf. The attire she was in and the way she moved signified the look of the wealthy class. But more than anything, she was drawn in the red scarf, so different, contrasting to the rest of the colours of the crowd.

The lady seemed to be moving quickly, and the long scarf fluttering in the breeze seemed like it was calling for her to follow. Keeping her eyes fixed on the scarf, a new goal in mind, she followed it, integrating it into her little game.

The lady seemed to pick up her pace, furthering the distance between them. Lucy quickened her as well, speeding up in to a slight run, her game all but forgotten. For some reason, she was entranced by the red scarf, not wanting to lose sight of it.

She noticed a commotion up ahead, but was unwilling to keep her eyes off the scarf, and neglected the cause of the commotion. That proved to be a mistake, however, as she began to lose her balance on a pile of several letters on the floor, scattered around like they were upturned onto the floor.

Trying to regain her balance, she took another step forward, but that proved to be yet another mistake, immediately tripping onto a young girl's leg who was sprawled on the floor. As Lucy began to tumble, she began to fall head first into a man, the girl had tripped onto. The young girl quickly got up and left hurriedly without a word, leaving just the two of them on the ground.
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Postby Gale Austin McCenry on March 30th, 2015, 2:09 am

It appeared as if Gale was turning into a slow old man. Before he was even able to understand his fault and his current predicament, the little girl and the passerby that she had ran into were both starting to get up. They were getting up and there he was with his palms pressed into the stone ground, blinking at the pebbles like he didn't have any clue on what just happened. Maybe he should take exercise more seriously. Everyone's been telling him that he needs it, maybe they were right. Okay, not maybe. They were right. He seriously needed it.

Pushing himself of the ground with a groan and sitting back on his legs, Gale shook his head, small stones fall out of his blonde hair. The other passerby, in which Gale didn't bother to look at, stood up and vanished into the crowd without a trace. On the other hand, the little girl was only half way up. And apparently half way is never really enough.

Just as it seemed the wreck was finally over, another woman burst into the circle of avoidance that the crowd had made and managed to step on a good three or four letters before tripping over the little girl's foot. Or leg. Or body part. Didn't matter what part it specifically was, she still tripped. And unless she had some sort of drink in her hand, Gale didn't think that her timing and direction could have been any worse. Not only was she heading straight for him, head first one might add, but he was just starting to get to his feet too. This provided thee perfect height for her to crash into his chest.

The two became nothing but a pile on the ground as she knocked the both of them over. But Gale's half of the pile had a very minor panic attack. Her head and shoulders weren't very soft, to put it lightly. And when hard body parts came in contact with, say, your chest or stomach, especially when you're caught off guard, that typically didn't go well for the respiratory system. Because it quite literally took your breath away.

Gasping like a fish out of the water, the murderer felt like his lungs were concaving. They burned and panicked and his diaphragm did everything it could to get himself to breath properly. But, to just add some fun, it also tried to make him look stupid. In the mess of it all, Gale took deep breathes and hyperventilated at the same time. Because what he thought was deep was really just pitiful wheezes and squeaks. And he thought he was just breathing too, but in reality he sounded like a sea lion. All he needed to do was just clap his hands and have someone toss him a play ball. Then he'd have the perfect impression.

During the flurry and alarm at some point in time, he managed to separate himself from the young woman, which was better for the both of them. She could get up and brush herself off or whatever she wanted to do and he can catch his breath that was knocked out of him, which was always fun.

But there was an uncanny resemblance between having the wind knocked out of you and having saltwater spew out of your lungs. For one, in both instances it was very cold afterwards. Very empty feeling. Like you're in a big, spacious house with no furniture but it also didn't have any windows to go in the window sills and you can feel a breeze run all the way throughout the house. A very hallow feeling it was. Second of all, it burned like the dickens when you did start to catch your breath. It's like your lungs forgot what air was, and whether the last thing you exhaled was water or air, it felt like fire and needles when it came back in. Lastly, both usually occurred when one had no choice. Gale didn't ask for the girl to run into him, and Gale didn't have any way of stopping her from running into him so she did, and it knocked the wind out of him. Same thing with the water. If you can't swim then you really had no way to prevent yourself from inhaling water if you were in the water. How you got in the water would be a different story, but same concept applies. It was weird how similar it felt and it was uncomfortable to really think about. Reliving your suicide so to speak wasn't really a pleasant thing, especially when it was in front of people.

And it was even more unpleasant when one originally had breathing problems before they got the wind knocked out of them.

The whole thing didn't even last for half a chime, but after an eternity of recovering, Gale coughed and panted his way to a knelt position. Now that he didn't feel like he was going to suffocate, he could now actually pay attention to what was really going on. So to keep his sanity, he recited the event in his mind.

He tripped over kid, kid knocked over his bag and letters flew, kid ran into someone. Letters and kid tripped girl, girl ran into him and turned him into a seal. Okay. He was probably good now.

Gale finally looked over to the girl that had fallen, doing his best to quickly figure out her current state. She seemed alright, health wise. She didn't look severely hurt, which was a good sign. But just to make sure, he croaked an,"Are you alright?" while he went to her side, offering his full hand to her.
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Postby Lucy Colburn on March 30th, 2015, 10:16 am

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It all happened in a blur. Before she realised what was happening, the terrain of the street floor shifted into a slippery mess of letters, and she began to lose her balance, and any sense of balance she still had, was lost when she tripped on an outstretched leg that had belonged to a little girl.

That made her lunge head first towards the man still on the ground. Lucy crashed into his chest, knocking him over. The two of them barrelled towards the ground in a crash. Her shoulder-length hair was in a disarray, and brushing them away from her face, she tried to get up, but was promptly met with a sudden bout of dizziness as she had lost any form of orientation she once had.

Placing both her palms on the man's chest, she tried to get up one more, and brought her face level to his, and that was when she realised that his chest was rising and falling rather quickly, like he was hyperventilating. The sound he was making sounded oddly similar to the one made by a sea lion as well.

She narrowed her eyes in shock at first, then in amusement as he continued to emit the sea-lion like sounds. The man clutched his chest, gasping as though she had robbed him of his breath. Okay, maybe she might have when she had crashed into him accidentally, but was her head really all that hard? Her hands subconsciously went to feel around her head. Was it any harder than she had remembered? It couldn't have been...

Giving herself a knock on her head with a knock of one hand, she recoiled slightly from the pain. Nope, not any harder. Then why was the man gasping so much? Seeing that he was still making the weird sea-lion sounds, she could help but let out an amused chuckle.

Several ticks later, the man seemed to return to normal, absent sea lion sounds. That was when she got to take a better look of the man. He was taller by about a head, and looked a lot older than she was, but still young enough to be good looking. He had a mop of somewhat long curly wavy dirty blonde hair on his head, accompanied with a pair of deep ocean blue eyes. His physique looked to be somewhere on the thin side making him appear significantly underweight.

He had some facial hair, but it didn't look to be anywhere near excessive. The clothes he had on him were relatively plain, and blended in well, with the rest of the Zeltivan common people. Lucy thought that he looked attractive, but would look better, if he had put more weight, adding more meat to his build.

Her gaze upon him was broken when the man followed up with a half-croak asking her "Are you all right?" She continued looking at him as she nodded her head answered him "I'm perfectly fine, I should be asking you that, how are you? You seemed to be having some sort of problem earlier."
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