Guerre!

[GiE]

You could see the big factory from the city. Trails of gray smoke came from the big building. Inside toys were being made for all children around the world. The toys and games made in here are the best anywhere. But the thing was, no one knew what was inside that intriguing factory. It's fenced off and menacingly looking, despite what's actually made in there. Lots of people wonder, then some don't care. Only the really curious people try to find out what's up with the place. But, we aren't here to view the world in the eyes of some hungry reporter...

"Je vois le cible," came the thick french accented voice. An orange mynci was standing against the brick building, her body so close it almost mended in. She blinked, eyelashes dabbing her cheeks lightly. Violet eyes glared over at the fence that stopped her from going out into the real world. "Préparer au combat!" her voice called again. It wasn't loud. It was a screaming whisper and once she said it, she dashed off. Every step was a long skipping stride that looked quite ridiculous if you were a bystander.
The woman had long thin legs that were currently covered in striped stockings. One leg was a nice pink and maroon, and the other had a mix of blues, greens, reds, and yellows. She had giant baby blue rain boots with little duckies on her feet. On her waist was a skirt that seemed like it had been made by the mynci herself. It had lots of frills and fabric and came out like a tutu. On the torso of the strange person, she had a black bikini top. On her arms were big arm warmers of a fushia hue. Today she didn't wear her famous smilie hat. No. Her eggplant hair was tied up to the very top of her head so all of the strands frayed out. Her bangs almost covered her eyes. And those eyes! She had sparkling white eye shadow on and white lipstick to top it off on those luscious lips of hers.
She was such an eccentric person. Who would have knew? One of the toy makers of Aiton toys, a 36 year old french woman, was the strangest being alive.
She came up to the fence and thrust herself against it. Long fingers with butterfly decorated nails curled around the wires. Eyes darted back and forth. She looked so alert about such a deserted place. A reasonable explanation could be that she wasn't even supposed to be out here.

[Emm.]

ooc; so apparently my mom thought the place i was getting my haircut wasn't good enough, so i get to go somewhere tuesday instead. woohoo. and d'you speak French? and one last thing; is the factory pronounced like "ay-ton"?

bic; A faded-out blue Bori was walking along the chain-link fence surrounding the Aiton factory. Her hands were in the pockets of her sweatshirt, which hung off her tall, lanky frame. Her hair scarcely moved, only brushing casually against her hips every once in a while. Gold-silver eyes were fixed on the large factory, following the tendrils of smoke trailing into nothingness.

There was a shout, and her ears twitched. Going silent, she heard something like a whispering scream, although she couldn't make out the words. Walking farther along the fence, she was met with the strangest sight; a Mynci woman, dressed in clothes that could only be described as eccentric (Although she'd admit that the look wasn't so bad). Her long fingers were wrapped around the chain-links, nails decorated with butterflies.

Her fingers automatically twitched toward her pocket before realizing, quite abruptly, that she'd left her supply of Never at home. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a long, deep breath and walked forward toward the woman a little.

[GiE]

ooc; No, I use a translator. I'm taking japanese. xP And yes that's how you pronounce it.

bic; Revuque's eyes were now locked onto the new comer. She was alarmed now. There was some one actually walking over here. Towards her. "Est allé!" she called out, but they had already come over. She pursed her lips while her tail curled and uncurled behind her. After a while of silence and quite a lot of dreadful looks, a smile began to form on her face. "Accueil! Accueil! Bonjour. Comment êtes-vous?" she said then, waving her arms with a huge grin on her face.

Before a single word could utter from the poor bori's mouth, the mynci began to talk in her fast speech again. "Chut, chut. Ils viennent!" She said in a whisper. She glanced around as if expecting something at any minute. "Nous avons besoin d'aller," her lips moved again. Then suddenly, she jumped up. Being a mynci, she got over the fence in no time. On the other side now, she looked over to the bori and reached to take her shoulders. "Merci! Vous avez épargné ma vie!" She spoke as she kissed the girl's cheeks lightly.

[Emm.]

ooc; ah, I thought so. I'm using a translator too, so sorry if something comes out strange. And Aiton; there's a kid in my high school named Eiton, and everyone knows him.

bic; "Parlez-vous anglais?" she asked cautiously, wishing more than ever that Cas was there; she was the resident French girl. "Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas beaucoup français." She could tell that a few words were probably off, but at least they were speaking the same language. Trying to piece together what the woman had said, she replied, "J'ai sauvé votre vie de quelle manière?"

ooc; again, sorry for the shortness, but i'm not very hyper right now. this morning i was, but now... i was getting so worked up this morning about having the 500th post.

[GiE]

She gasped and put a hand over her mouth. "Oh, désolé! Je toujours oublie de parler l'anglais," She giggled afterwards and then continued in another language. "I'm sorry," she said again, her heritage was obvious in her voice.

"You saved me," she said, looking at the bori with a little nod. Then she leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Des monstres." She pulled away, now frowning. She shook her head slowly. Once more she glanced around the area. She was out of the factory's boundaries. A slightly strange place to her. Revuque and her sister had sneaked out quite a few times before. It wasn't a very new thing. It was just that this time Rev was alone. The twins were known to have more problems than usual when they were apart.

[Emm.]

"The monsters?" She questioned, looking around quizzically. She couldn't see much of anything, besides the huge factory and the chain-link fence. "Well, in any case, are you alright?" She looked over the Mynci; she looked a little frazzled, a little nervous, almost like she'd never been here before.

ooc; blah amazing mood. ahah sorry. it's pretty short but my brain is fried. XD

[GiE]

"Monsters! Fuir! You," before finishing her sentence she poked the bori square in the chest. "Les a effrayés." She smiled and nodded a few times.
She looked back over at her when she spoke up again. "Moi? Of course!" She giggled and waved at her to say she wasn't bothered by anything. "Oh!" She breathedm frowning. "Mon nom est Revuque," she said with a kind smile. So far being outside of the factory wasn't much of a disaster. She moved her head side to side like she was trying to crack it.

[Emm.]

"I'm Santa Heroine. Normally I go by S, but Heroine works just as fine." She held out her hand to shake. "Revuque? That's a very pretty name." She began toying with the tips of the sleeves of her sweatshirt. It was one of her favorites; such a dark color she just called it black, although she had a nagging suspicion it used to be a dark green or blue.

ooc; sorry for le terrible post. >< all confuzzled.

[GiE]

"Your name is also pretty," Rev said, smiling kindly. She stood there for a bit. She looked as if frozen in time. The happy face was still there and it didn't leave as painful, silent moments dragged on. Her tail curled and uncurled.

After what seemed like an hour of the awkward silence, the mynci moved. "Pourquoi êtes-vous ici? Près du dos de l'usine. Why? At factory," she said, translating some of her speech. It was hard not speaking your native language. Even if you know English very well. Revuque doesn't make a lot of social arrangement. The only people she sees daily are Cube and Sevuque.

[Emm.]

"Thank you," she replied, and then, "I'm not too sure, really. I was just walking around and happened to come across here. I've been here before, it's just the first time I've ever seen someone back here." She looked at her companion, her fingers still nervously fraying the edges of the sweatshirt. "You work here, I suppose?"

ooc; badbad post. many sorries.

[GiE]

Revuque frowned and shook her head slowly. "Cube wouldn't like you coming back here. Aucuns intrus," she said. Knowing people sneaked around here wasn't good. They didn't want anyone stealing their ideas for new toys. She pursed her lips and watched the bori carefully. After a bit, she forgot about this possible danger. Her mind wasn't made to focus.

Her eyes widened when she mentioned the 'working here'. She fingered her closer and then put it on her lips. "Shh. Ne personne dire. I am Revuque Aiton," she whispered to her with a serious face. Then she stood straight and giggled. Her life was built around too much fun to have any seriousness dumped in. It just wasn't right. One reason why they stayed in the factory. The twins wouldn't be able to handle the outside world.

[Emm.]

Her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit, trying to recall why the name sounded so familiar. Then it hit her, like a sack of bricks or something equally pleasant. "Aiton," she murmured to herself, then looked back up at the building. Aiton Toys, she read. Oh, right. "Oh," she simply replied softly, and then added, "And don't worry about me stealing ideas or anything. I'm a pretty sedate person, and I don't steal." Again she was reminded of Cas, although she wasn't sure why. "Plus, no offence, I've never been too fascinated with toys."

ooc; longer than the last one, but still by no means good. many sorries, i am very much lacking in sleep right now. -yawns-