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Post by seth on Mar 27, 2009 23:47:09 GMT -5
Seth had been unable to locate his sister since they arrived at the park. They’d gotten separated, which, considering what they were, was quite dangerous. Seth knew it was imperative he find her. While they were here on Earth again, they needed to stay together. Neither could risk being found out again.
As of now, Seth found himself walking down a long, wide street. Many buildings lined either side, and the crowds of tourists seemed to be having a good time. The boy didn’t know where he was, but honestly, he didn’t care. He’d stop every now and then and call out for his sister, hoping she’d reply. ”Sara!” When he’d get nothing but silence, he was determined to keep trying. Seth would try her name again. ”Sara!”
It was after a time of no replies that he determined she wasn’t here. Frustrated, Seth decided he’d try the homing device. Both of them carried one, in the case they needed to find each other or Jack and Alex. The boy saw an abandoned cart and rushed to it, ducking behind it. Making sure no one saw him, he took out the device and began working with it.
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Post by Susan Pevensie on Mar 28, 2009 0:03:01 GMT -5
[[ooc: mind if I join you?]] Susan wiped tendrils of hair from her eyes, surveying the crowds of Main Street U.S.A. curiously as she sat on a bench by the Confectionary. Under the shade of its roof the girl sat silently. Her hands felt strangely empty without a book in them.
Shame she had to be so in love with books, it made no sense, a girl of her age...fourteen. Perhaps it wasn't that odd....or a shame, for that matter. Perhaps she was over-thinking things entirely. It was quite possible.
Leaning back on the bench, Susan closed her eyes and sighed while rubbing the bridge of her nose. She was tired, stressed; staying up late under the sheets with a book was not a good idea for her sleeping pattern.
It wasn't soon after that thought that she heard someone calling out for a Sara...or something along those lines. Opening her eyes, she got to her feet, trying to follow the voice; she wanted to help find this 'Sara'. She herself hated being separated from important people in her life such as family.
When the name stopped being called, Susan halted. She mentally cursed herself. She should've gotten up sooner; maybe she could have been able to help. Well, now the girl would depend on her own mind. Straining her ears, she tried to hear the voice again to follow it.
"Hello? Hello? Is anyone looking for someone? I would like to help!" cried Susan, standing on her toes in an attempt to see if anyone had heard her.
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Post by seth on Mar 28, 2009 0:36:33 GMT -5
(OOC: Not at all! Welcome!)
Seth sat quietly behind the cart and worked the buttons on the homing device. It would take some time for him to get it to connect to the signal of his sister's. It was one of the few flaws of their planet's technology.
As the boy worked diligently, he heard a voice nearby.
It sounded to be that of a young, female human. The voice was very close, perhaps too much for comfort's sake. Seth was hesitant to respond. There were few he and Sara could trust besides Jack and Alex, for fear the government would discover they'd come back. He didn't want to become an experiment again; the last time that had happened, he and Sara had almost died.
But even so, the boy knew he wasn't going to be able to find Sara alone. This was especially true when the homing device was unable to locate Sara's signal. Seth became worried. What if something had happened to her? What if...what if she'd been caught?! A look of frustration crossed his face. He snorted and shoved the homing device in the pocket of his jeans, then peeked around the corner of the cart.
The owner of the voice he'd just heard was indeed a young, female human. She had long, dark-brown hair and was dressed in outdated clothing. Seth stood up and walked out from behind the cart. "Yes, I'm looking for my sister; however, I don't know how much help you'll be as I'm even unable to locate her." the boy said. "Nevertheless, your assistance is welcomed." As not trusting as Seth was, he could use all the help he could get. He'd just have to keep his guard up to make sure this girl wouldn't betray him should she find out that he wasn't human.
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Post by Susan Pevensie on Mar 28, 2009 0:47:15 GMT -5
Susan tilted her head when the boy walked out from behind a cart. How odd, never before would she have considered checking behind a cart for someone unless she was sure that they were hiding. She knitted her hands together as she listened to him speak.
"Well, the park is quite large. It would hard to find your sister, I could imagine," Susan remarked, taking in the appearance of the attire that she had seen most of the guests in...so much different from hers. She usually wore her Narnian dresses...when she could get away with it.
Not much help? Well, yes. She wasn't magic, or able to pull people out of thin air. Oh how she wished she could do that.
"I'm glad I can be of assistance," Susan nodded, taking his statement in the best way possible. At least he hadn't told her to get lost or leave him alone. "Two heads are better than one, as they say."
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Post by seth on Mar 28, 2009 0:59:25 GMT -5
Seth could tell the girl was surprised by the fact he'd been hiding behind a cart. He didn't have telepathic powers like his sister, but it was obvious by the look on her face. He found it somewhat humorous, actually. He chuckled under his breath, a light smile on his face.
The girl spoke, saying the park was quite large and it would most definitely be difficult to find his sister. Seth sighed. "Yes, I suppose it must be. I've only just arrived here, so I'm not familiar with the park's layout. My sister and I became separated in the crowds." The boy was desperate to find Sara. It was imperative the two stick together as they always did. They couldn't let their identities be jeopardized.
He could see she took a bit of offense by the way he worded his comment. She told him she was glad to be of help, and that two heads were better than one. "Please excuse the way I spoke. It's just that I'm frustrated that I can't find Sara. We're twins you know, and we're hardly ever apart."
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Post by Susan Pevensie on Mar 28, 2009 1:15:07 GMT -5
For a moment, she didn't understand why the boy was smiling. Was it something she had said? Did people not say that two heads were better than one anymore? How embarrassing, if so. It took a moment of thought before recalling her reaction to where she had found him.
"It's not a problem, really," Susan insisted, giving a small smile. In an attempt to occupy her hands again, the girl smoothed out a small fold on her dress.
It was a familiar occurrence to hear about if one had lost someone in the park, being separated in the crowds. And even worse, he was separated from his twin.
"I'm sure you'll see Sara again soon, though. She couldn't have gotten too far," Susan nodded before holding out her hand to him.
"Susan Pevensie, at your command, sir," the girl resisted the urge to be more formal.
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