Look at All the Lonely People {Faylinn}

THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCESS IN THIS WORLD

Unable to use her arms as a meager way of keeping warmth due to having to hold her feline friend, Kennedy's thin frame was shivering violently, rattling her to the bones. She hadn't packed anticipating such frigidly cold weather, and the overcoat she was wearing  barely went to her knees and was too thin to offer much protection.

"This would all be solved if only I could figure out how to leave this place." The young girl thought, sighing. She shut her eyes for a moment, and when she did, she realized just how exhausted she now was. It had never dawned on her just how long she'd been out; the sun had barely peaked over the horizon when she'd first left on the escapade, and now it looked to be at least mid-day. This was more walking than she could have imagined doing just a few weeks ago. 

This despair-filled trek was abruptly interrupted by a shake of bushes and the distant sound of footsteps. Her heart skipped a beat or two, her rust colored eyes widening and shooting around as she tried to spot what was making these noises. Was it some wild creature, here to pray on her tender and lean virgin flesh? Grip around Atelier tightening, she took a few steps up to a tree, seeming to shrink in size with each step. 


"Whatever you are out there...know that I'm not- I'm not scared of you one bit." Her normally crisp and exact voice now lacked diction, wavering with every syllable. "I- I may look like an easy victim, but just because I'm a precious young lady... it certainly doesn't mean that you can take me on." Or was that exactly what it meant?


Tag: Faylinn Jones

THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCESS IN THIS WORLD

The crunching of feet walking on frozen grass grew louder and louder, gradually crescendoing as whatever loomed before her grew closer and closer. Not wanting to see what lay ahead of her, Kennedy closed her eyes tight, holding onto an obviously confused Atelier. The looming figure grew closer and closer until she could feel its presence and hear it's breaths. When Atelier mewed at the uninvited guest, Kennedy sheepishly opened an eye. And was she dreadfully embarrassed. 

A young woman; older than her but not by too much, stood directly in front of her with a bright pink blanket being clutched in her out-stretched arms. Obviously she'd been under a misapprehension, and it was just some wayward traveller who thought a "weak little girl" such as herself could go for a bit of charity. She blushed furiously, and in feeling the heat radiating off of her cheeks, she realized how stark the contrast of body temperature was from her face to the rest of her body. She was freezing, and no amount of shivering was doing much to change that. Regardless, she wouldn't just take a blanket from a stranger she'd never before met and didn't much want to have met.


Turning up her nose and hiding her face, Kennedy huffed at the woman; "Oh, please, I don't need anything. I'm just...just fi-" Unvoluntarity Kennedy suddenly sputtered out a sneeze, doing her best to stifle it, but all that accomplished was turning it into a tired squeak. Blushing madder than ever, she tried her best to ignore Atelier's mocking snickers (whom she dropped on the ground for doing so anyway) and snagged the blanket out of the older girl's clutches. "After further consideration, perhaps I shall take this offering after all," She paused for a moment, eyes indirectly glancing at the woman "Faylinn." 

Making a particular effort not to look into her helper's eyes, Kennedy tightly wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, pressing her face up against the soft wool. Her body warmed up in a matter of seconds, and she couldn't help but let out a smooth sigh of comfort and relief. "My name is Kennedy Atwood." Was all she said, a cold and distant tinge of contempt in her voice. But then again she was always like that. "Though I wouldn't recommend we find ourselves on a first name basis. I'd rather I warm up and have us continued our own separate journeys at the earliest convenience." She looked up at the trees, finding no particular interest in them but finding nothing else to look at. "Which would be soon. I have things to do, and I'd rather not spend my time stuck in the middle of some forest."

Tag: Faylinn Jones

THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCESS IN THIS WORLD

Was this peasant making an attempt at shaking hands with her? Though she supposed it was much more polite and less touchy-feely than squeezing her tight for a hug, Kennedy felt the same discomfort as if he'd been asked to do that same thing.
Curt politeness she could squeeze out, even with those she'd already decided weren't worth her time, and without more than a moment's hesitation and a few wary glances, Kennedy took out her own hand, resting it in the young woman's slightly larger own, and gave a solid yet quick shake.


She noticed almost immediately upon contact that her hards were warm; incredibly so, and never before did she realize hands could contain such temperature.
But such thoughts are unnecessary, especially with her immediate goal of getting away from this high-strung anomaly. "Yes, a pleasure to meet you as well.." She quietly responded in a feelingless coo. As she was just about to turn herself away from Faylinn, something the pink haired stranger said made her stop and crane her neck back around.


"Are you...trying to imply that I've walked myself into a circle?" Her mouth slowly pronounced every word as the cranks turned in her head. A look of sour distaste formed upon her countenance, and she had trouble telling if this was because she was upset with the young woman for her very presence, or for herself for making such a humiliating mistake in front of another.

Just as she looked down, she noticed a sly smile upon Atelier's features and a satisfied purr, and realized that she was being shown up by one of the common folk. She certainly wasn't about to let her own Pokemon believe her to be a meat-headed dunce, with all bark but little bite or presence. Head held up just as  high as if she had been claimed queen of it all, Kennedy wore the blanket like a rope and sauntered down the path and in front of Faylinn. "Fine. I shall allow you to escort me. But only until we reach the town. By than your assistance shall become obsolete."A bitter and sarcastic smile flashed on her thin face as she added quietly, "Perhaps I'll even take you out for dinner, if you're a good girl." But the attitude was gone as soon as it was said, and she was left wondering why it had been said to begin with.

Tag: Faylinn Jones

THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCESS IN THIS WORLD

The climate had become considerably more tolerable now that she had a thick blanket wrapped around her, and she didn't mind the color either, surprisingly enough. It was the company that she was a bit on the fence with, though she'd wrung that statement to death already. It went without saying at this point. 

Faylinn responded to her barely whispered sarcastic comment, and Kennedy stopped for just a second and her face went blank. "She'd actually heard that?" It wasn't intentional, and annoyed her greatly that she'd now dug herself a deeper hole than had already been dug by her escort. Faking a cough which she covered up with her blanket-engulfed hand, Kennedy tried to veer the currently terribly uncomfortable conversation onto a more respectable route. But it seemed unlikely she would get away with not answering the question given to her, and with narrowed, embarrassed eyes, she responded as bashfully as a prideful girl could. "It's rather difficult to navigate the hectic woods if you lack field experience." She tried to explain in words that made her sound the lease bad. "I'm almost certain I'm not the first. and won't be the last person to get themselves turned around. It's... an honest mistake." 

As she travelled, she focused on getting one cold foot in front of the other, trying to distract herself in anyway that would detain from her making to look Faylinn in the eye. There was just something about the way she looked at her, as if the pink-haired simpleton thought herself above her because she had an idea of how to walk through trees effectively. It made her sick, but follow her she must, lest she get lost yet again. A humbling situation, but not much could be done, and she desperately wanted to get on with things.

"And, as for my attire, I'll ask you to please refrain from mocking it. What I'm wearing costs more than your entire wardrobe, I'd venture to guess." She gave a soft little "humph", crossing her arms across her chest. "Besides, it keeps me plenty warm. One could have on the thickest wool coat, and it wouldn't help you if it's windy enough" And such was the weather outside; frigidly cold with snow on the ground and a fickle wind.

"But what about you, dear miss? What business do you have meddling in a stranger's engagements?" Kennedy decided to distract attention on her own personal matters, and in all honesty, she was rather interested in the sort of things the common folk were interested in.

Tag: Faylinn Jones