Early Morning Wanderers
Who: Calix and Louise
Where: Streets somewhere and possibly elsewhere
When: Early morning
He didn't know what time it was, Calix. Wasn't much paying attention to that. Not as if that was anything new though. Liam was usually his right hand watch but Liam had disappeared from his side at some point between yesterday and now. Which Calix had noticed, and than forgot, and than just noticed again. It made him stop in the mid of the empty street and glance over to the space beside him which was quite blank except for that wandering dog - stuck out like black ink splashed on fine white paper.
If he weren't so cold he might have removed his hands from his pockets to check and see if Liam really wasn't there or if he was un-seeing things but he was cold so he didn't. He was always cold, usually, but colder than normal cold because it was winter, good lord and it was just fucking beginning.
Even so, it was a beautiful time of year and he took a moment to appreciate this. Things were never quiet to him no matter how busy or how un-busy everything was. The streets were clean but the wind always had a story to share, carefully written on the wind and passed from ear to lonely ear and that was particularly so during this time of year when the sun was often weeping.
Thin lips pressed together in thought. He didn't know where the hell he was. Absolutely no clue. There was a short step from the skinny heavily wrapped up in fashionable winter apparel before a small stagger took it's place, then followed with yet another pause in his steps. Pale blue eyes wandered the area. It looked familiar, of course. He knew every nook and cranny of this city being the wanderer, the collector, and the artist he was, but blanks continued to fly at his face in rapid succession so rapid he was building a headache. That might have to do with something else entirely, that headache, but point aside... He decided to brave cold fingers to light a smoke and seek out an open coffee shop.
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Louise skipped down the street, merrily chirping her way home from another busy night. The bar hadn't been as bad as New Year's, but there were still the loyal drunks who managed to find their way in. She had pulled her long coat around her to protect from the cold- as much as she hated clothing, it was a necessary evil in mid-winter. Her right hand kept in her pocket, she jumped up onto a lamppost, leaning out. She loved the night. For some people, night in Eidolon City was a terrifying prospect, but she'd lived out here enough to know that as long as you seemed like you knew what you were doing, people tended to leave you alone.
Jumping down from the lamppost, she splashed in a puddle in her black rain boots, the cold water drippling onto her face as well as her coat. It was only water, after all. Nothing to be worried about. Turning the corner, she saw the... man? Woman? At this distance, she wasn't quite sure. Moving closer, she saw that he-she looked a bit lost as he lit up a cigarette. Filthy habit, but it's his life. Walking up to him-her, she smiled and chirped. "You lost?" Nope, even close up it was hard to tell. But the person did look familiar.
The cigarette was left
The cigarette was left between his lips to be nursed with no help from his fingers for now as his footsteps continued . forward. He didn't really mind being lost, or more likely in his case simply disoriented, as it made way for interesting situations and happenings. Letting be what was or even running with it was a simple method of entertainment and learning all wrapped up in one. This city was beautiful. Always was, but it hadn't soiled over the years like many claimed it had. Not to Calix, no. It had unfolded a whole new stroke of wonder. He didn't mind getting "lost".
Twenty-four hour shops existed somewhere down this street he knew that with certainty even if he couldn't remember exactly where this street was. He continued walking, he continued walking until he heard a song. A happy beat from a single person none too far from himself. For a moment he almost lost his balance in its remarkably bright light of joy. The tune nearly smacked him over sideways it did.
Calix stopped once again as the musician fluttered his way merrily. For a moment he was so completely enamored by her he almost dropped his cigarette. Fingers removed themselves from a pocket to remove the thin tube itself and exhale, in curtsy, away from her direction. When she'd stopped, he smiled softly. He knew her. None too well, but he knew her. And wasn't it something that he always wanted the chance to know her more than her pretty face and tic's and twitches that made her unbelievably unique, especially that she was still working with such conditions and with an often very bright sort of expression.
"Lost," he said quietly, and the voice was the indicator of gender. Not too low, but one that would most likely belong to a man. "Are we lost when we wander hopefully in to hopeless wandering forgetting where we are but not minding we've forgotten?"
The cigarette slipped back between his lips and he looked upwards.
"Perhaps I am," he commented in afterthought, "perhaps not."
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Louise wasn't entirely sure what the man- at least that part was cleared up now- was saying, but it was kinda pretty the way he'd said it at least. She filled the moment between his statement and her response with a couple of chirps and a slight repetition of his last words. "...perhaps not." She looked him over. He was very pretty, especially for a guy, if a little thin. "Well, um,- chirp! -are you looking-looking for something in particular?" She barked at her shoulder before continuing. "Or are you just out for the sake of being out?" Using her left hand, she adjusted the collar of her coat, keeping the right one in her pocket. It was a lot colder when you stopped to chat than when you kept moving.
Calix continued to smile,
Calix continued to smile, watching her over with simple interest in her being there, nothing more. She looked to have an incurable brightness to her so bright that he barely realized it was dark outside anymore. She always did, though. From what he remembered seeing her at - he sighed - name. Softly, he reached out just barely touching the side of her upper arm. It was a simple tag like movement as if to gesture more thoroughly he wished for her to follow him to wherever he was heading.
"A cafe, or something like that," he said quietly, beginning to move again. "Will you join me?"
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For some reason, Louise shuddered a little when the man touched her arm. He had a certain charm about him, that was sure, and she wasn't tired anyways, so she smiled and chirped at him. "Sure, why not? I've had a long night." Nighthawk's was close by, and even though she'd already been there for lunch, she didn't mind going again. "The cafe's just a couple of blocks away. chirp!"
She looked up at him as they started to walk, trying to keep her twitches to a minimum with little success. "You look familiar," she said with a couple of unnecessary blinks. "Have we met before?"
He was glad that she had
He was glad that she had agreed. There was so much within her he'd like to see, so much life. Somehow he quickly lost his way in thought and drifted off into the crystal smoke he breathed. Various thoughts passed through his mind. Thoughts of people and places he'd never seen but in his mind. Thoughts of words, and choruses, and colors. He wished the world to be a bit more tactile a pallet. Draw in the sky's clouds. He wondered if that was a method of their art. Their art. Whoever they are. He weren't going to call it God as to give it a name gave it a limitation he was sure it didn't have.
The chip snapped him back in to reality again, and he looked over at her for a moment. There was nothing wrong with her, and how easily he spoke to her with kind graces spoke his thoughts of her 'condition' quite easily. He took a couple steps ahead to face her, continuing his steps backward.
"Please pardon my manners," he said kindly, "My name is Calix."
Yes, he'd seen her. Perhaps in times that weren't the best for him. One Last Shot, that was it, that place, horrible yet wonderful place that was. He'd been there for less than good reasons many times. Oblivious to danger, some wondered if that was a problem of his. Confusing to see such a 'high class star' acting like a 'regular citizen'. Some respected it, some loathed it. He couldn't please everyone, try as he might to though. Time gave him more people, more respect as well. He knew the rules far too well for someone rich and famous, but then again some did remember his history. At least, the rumors of it.
"I would offer my hand darling but it's really quite cold," his smile brightened, "and it wouldn't be that pleasent I can't imagine." He knew her name, but he asked anyways, "and you are?"
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Calix. Interesting name. And to be fair, he did seem to live up to the promise of the name. His voice was all purple and goldy-yellow and he smelled like windchimes, and there was just a certain aura about him. He seemed to be not quite in the same world as the rest of the people, like he was just visiting. But he was polite enough, and nice enough to not say anything about the tics as they walked. She briefly took her right hand out of her pocket to push her glasses back up her nose again before barking at her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," she said, putting both hands in her pockets again. "You can-can-can take my hand when we get inside." Her head had twitched with each repetition of "can", but she didn't sense that it bothered him at all. In face, if she could read him well enough, he seemed fascinated. "I'm- chirp -Louise. I mean, Louise. Not Chirp-Louise." She giggled.
Chirp-Louise. Calix couldn't
Chirp-Louise. Calix couldn't hold back a short laugh the way she spoke about it. He looked like he was about to pass right by the cafe, but at some strange strike of alertness he stopped right in front of it and pulled the door open for her. Warmth. Just for a moment or two his eyes slid closed to fully enjoy this change of temperature. Now, back they opened with an exhale of smoke. Once they were inside, a slender cold hand slid out of his pocket and was offered to her.
"I rather like chirp-Louise, though," he said as the waitress smiled at the both of them, offering them their choice of seating in which he offered to Louise. "All the same, pleasured to meet you. I'm sorry for the cold hands, poor circulation."
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Louise smiled when Calix laughed at her little joke and entered the cafe as he opened the door for her, coughing a little as she entered the smoke-filled room. He'd seemed to enjoy it, and admittedly the warmth did feel good. She waited for him to follow and took his hand, thankful that he was on her "good" side. She noted the coldness, but hey, everyone had their little things that made them unique. "Don't- chirp- Don't worry about it. It's nice and warm in here." She led them to an empty table towards the back. The counter was nice, but she liked being in the back sometimes, where she was less of a distraction. She took off her coat and draped it over the back of her chair, showing off a few more of her tattoos. "Hope you don't mind," she said with a snap of her fingers as she sat down. "Besides, you get a better view from back here. Good for people watching."
Her warmth was nice to touch
Her warmth was nice to touch even if, due to the weather, it wasn't as warm as normal body temperature. It was still warmer than he was and that was nice. Gone too soon like most good things, but that's what kept them good. He followed silently, and once she had picked a table he promptly took one last drag from his smoke and butted out the rest. There weren't much left of it by that point anyway. It was warm in here which was what made it comfortable enough to take off his own coat and hat. Soft colors dressed his body, and vibrant red hair framed his face. He sat down and watched her settle across from him. He wondered for a moment if she'd ever considered modeling. Perhaps some others wouldn't have her in the business because of her 'condition' but he could very quickly change that mind frame of theirs.
"I like people watching," he mentioned a little belatedly after tripping over his own mind for a small while there again. Lost in the thought of what she could do, and how she certainly didn't belong hidden from public because she certainly wasn't a problem nor a person with severe problems. She was unique, he believed. He believed she had so much life that it was overflowing and needed a release, that it exploded out of her in such a way not many could understand. That was why she had ticks and strange repetitions. That was why whatever force gave her the 'problems' she has gave them to her. That was why.
"You work at One Last Shot, don't you?"
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Louise smiled and chirped before correcting him. "One More Round, but that's-that's pretty close." Someone turned on the radio somewhere in the kitchen, and enough of it was getting through the noise of the diner to create a nice rainbow of color for her that momentarily distracted her completely. After a moment, she blinked a few times and came back to reality. Oh yeah, you're eating with someone. Duh. "And sometimes I clean up down at Occam Automotive. Between- chirp! -the two, I do okay. Keeps me busy-busy at least." She smiled and looked down at the menu, trying to decide what she wanted. She wasn't particularly hungry, but a little late night snack couldn't hurt. Looking back up, she asked Calix, "So what is it you do-Cock!" she exclaimed uncontrollably. "Cock in my ass!" Covering her mouth with her right hand, she blushed a bright red. For some reason, that was much more embarrassing right now than normal. "Sorry... I should probably warn-warn you. I do that. Sometimes. Can't help it." She buried her head back in the menu, wishing she could just die.
Oh, well. He was close. He
Oh, well. He was close. He let his eyes wander to the various things upon their table as she managed to wander off as well, and when her attention had returned, Calix had decided to play arts and crafts with the cheap paper napkin. He continued to build his little castle as she talked. Still he listened and briefly glanced up every once in awhile to watch her. He could see her doing many other things than this, than just doing things to be doing things and be out of the way of everyone. Such a shame it was.
He wasn't the least bit stirred by her outburst when it came in such a way. Actually, it made him smirk a little because the timing of it was really quite humoring. Well, what did he do? She managed to answer the question herself there, at least one thing. He couldn't help a chuckle at that. His attention rose directly to her as she apologized and buried her head into the menu. Slim fingers reached out to gently push back some raven colored locks of hair behind her ear. He smiled, "oh, no. That pretty face isn't for hiding, it's hidden enough as it is." - "Don't worry about it, love. It's quite alright."
He leaned back a little when the waitress came for their orders. Calix requested a simple Earl Grey and passed he menu on, not feeling too hungry.
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Louise flinched a little when Calix reached out to touch her hair- not that she minded, it was just unexpected. Blinking a bit, she smiled. What the hell is up with you, girl? Thankful for the distraction, she ordered a club sandwich and a glass of water with lemon. "Not hungry?" she asked with a snap of her fingers. Then again, her dining companion didn't seem like the type who ate a lot. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. Louise thought that she could probably stand to cut back a little herself. Peeking back over across the table, she noticed Calix's creation. "Whatcha makin'?" she asked, motioning to his little arts-and-crafts project with a chirp.
"I'm a performer," he said
"I'm a performer," he said quietly in response to what he believed was her last question before the 'interruption'. "Artist I suppose would cover it all."
Slim light red brows ebbed in as he focused on folding and pinching the paper just so for his current project. A couple of straws, a few small cream containers added in to the mix. He had very steady hands when he was focused. Very steady, very precise, very accurate in application. Tiny rips, folds, pinches, and somehow that cheap paper napkin and other various table items were in fact beginning to look like a castle.
"What do you see?" Even if it was starting to become obvious, he was often far more interested in what others saw in his work than what he had intended on making it become.
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"Artist, huh?" she said, chirping a little as she examined the creation Calix had made. "I'm a little bit of an artist myself. Nothing like that, of course," she said, blinking a bit extra as she leaned closer. "Mainly just painting and poet- chirp -poetry." She rolled the right sleeve of her shirt up a little more so that he could see some of the words and pictures, all her own work, that she'd had tattooed. Looking over the little sculpture, she cleared her throat a couple of times. "It kinda looks like a castle or something."
"That's right," he responded
"That's right," he responded with a smile, and looked up as she mentioned that she was too. He weren't entirely surprised by it, actually. No, he weren't surprised at all that she were. Warmth flushed his entire persona as she rolled her sleeve for him to see. Quickly the paper castle wasn't nearly as interesting anymore.
He wanted to touch the skin, envelope himself in her art with all senses, but he remembered her flinches and so this time he thought to ask. Motioning, as if he were about to touch, "may I?"
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"Um, yeah, sure!" she said, a bit surprised. Most people thought she was a bit of a freak with all her art and piercings, so it was refreshing to find someone who actually wanted to see them. She extended her arm towards him, her right hand still in its semi-curled position. She had a feeling that he wouldn't mind the hand, either. Something told her that not much fazed him. "The designs and the words-words are all my own, and I've got someone who does the work for me. Chirp!" She motioned to one just above her wrist that she was particularly proud of. "That one's based on an old-old Romany symbol for luck, although I put my own touches on it as well." She smiled and chirped as she let him examine the artwork. "Of course, for some of the really good ones, you'd have to-" she twitched a couple of times "-see me in the altogether."
No, he liked different. He
No, he liked different. He liked different a lot. He was different himself and often loathed for it. Scorned for it. Hunted down and beaten for it. Still, somehow he remained determined to continue, determined to give everything he could give to everyone that had something else to give but couldn't reach it, couldn't touch it, or couldn't even see it.
Gently, his fingers grazed upon the inked skin. Beautiful, it was. Why, why, why was she being hidden behind doors, behind dishes and garages and car parts, why. Why? He exhaled softly, "it's wonderful."
He didn't really pay too much attention at all when his tea came and the waitress spoke about how the meal Louise had ordered would be coming up soon. "Maybe someday I will see you," he commented softly, briefly letting his wintery blues connect with hers. "Have you thought of modeling, thought of painting?" Calix paused, "as a career, I mean."
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Louise tried to hold back a shudder as Calix's fingers brushed her skin, settling instead for a couple of snaps of her fingers. "Thanks," she said, squeezing the lemon into her water. She still didn't know about him seeing all of her tattoos just yet, but you never knew. She nodded to the waitress then looked into his eyes through her black-rimmed glasses. "Modeling? Me?-chirp!" she laughed and snorted a little. "Oh, god, no. No." She took a sip of her water to try to calm herself. "Oh no, I'm not exac-exactly model material. I mean, even without the ink and metal, I mean- Cock! Cock in my ass! -no, no. That's really sweet, but-" she barked at her shoulder again. "-but really, who'd want to see me?" She was highly flattered by the compliment, but also a bit flustered, which explained the sudden upswing in tics. She had to admit she had thought about painting as a career, but she didn't think she was anywhere good enough. And modeling? You had to be perfect for that sort of thing.
Slowly his fingers retreated
Slowly his fingers retreated and went to wrap around the warm cup. Warmth, he sighed quietly as softly lashed eyes fluttered closed for just a moment. Winter was so cruel and so harsh. He longed to be in the warmth again - a stage, or surrounded by his lovely people. The man almost drifted off in his own world of thought again until Louise began to laugh. His eyes slipped open.
Oh, my. She was flustered by his proposal. That was incredibly endearing, and he had to hide his face behind the menu that hadn't been taken away yet. Only his eyes peered over the edge as his smile was hidden but the way his eyes narrowed and creased at the temples said well enough that he was terribly amused by it all. Fascinating. He wondered what her mother was like, what her father was like. What genetic passing wired her mind so strangely. She could have spiraled herself down into the pits being this way, he was sure she weren't accepted too well by too many. Still she remained vibrantly cheerful.
"I think you're beautiful," he whispered, not yet removing the menu when the waitress came back with her food. "But I think you could be a painter," the man said a little less quietly as he tipped up his jaw a touch, "you have so much to share with the world."
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If Calix had only known what sordid gene pool Louise had sprung from, even he might have to take a pause. Then again, Louise wasn't entirely sure herself what swam in her gene pool from her father's side, but there was more than enough crazy from her mother to cause anyone to lose their grip. And to tell the truth, Louise probably was a bit crazy. But she wore it well at least.
She'd barely heard the first part, between his hiding behind the menu and her cutting her sandwich in half, but she'd definitely heard the second. "Ya think?" she asked as she took her first bite of the sandwich. Yum. It smelled like a jazz piano solo. Delicious. "You have to be really good to make a living at that-that, though, don't you?" She shrugged. "I always dreamed about it, ya know." She chirped, and a little bit of toast went flying onto the table. "Painting, writing... but yeah, then reality hit and, well, I make a decent living anyways." She looked off into the distance, thinking about herself as an artist. Then she wouldn't be That Freaky Girl. She'd just be... eccentric. Like people probably thought Calix was.
He did think, yes. He
He did think, yes. He thought she was beautiful and had a lot to give to this world. He thought she could teach them a lot about things, about life, about hope and beauty, about the outside and unknown. He thought she could open their eyes a little - introduce them to a whole new world of things.
Slowly he placed the menu back down and took up his cup of tea again. He could see her being a painter and he could see her being a very successful one. He'd brought up stars from the tarnished pits of nothingness, he could lift her up without a problem. Her talent could take her there with ease. All she needed was a key to the door, and he had that.
"I could take you there," he said as the tea set back down onto the table. "Do you have any finished pieces I could see sometime?"
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Louise blushed a little again, getting flustered. "Well, um, yeah- chirp!" she said, dropping her sandwich and making a futile attempt to catch it with her right hand. "Yeah, there's-there's-there's a bunch back at my apartment." She twitched and snapped her fingers nervously. What the hell was she getting into here? She just barely met this guy, and here she was not only talking about her artwork, but actually even considering inviting him back to her apartment. She didn't even know much about him. "But, um, I've- Cock! -got a few I could show you sometime, maybe if you came up to-to-to the bar?" Yeah, the bar was a safe place. While she couldn't deny a certain attraction to Calix, she still drew the line at certain things. No, better to do it in at least a public setting.
Calix was a believer in
Calix was a believer in time. Time was a powerful tool of nature and when nurtured it could bring glorious things. He had no need for immediacy, so her flustering about and fumbling once again just amused him. He pushed back a small grin as he himself managed to catch the flying sandwich, and placed it aside from twitching nervous fingers. He wanted to tell her things were alright. She didn't need to get so worked up. He wanted to let her know his intentions were pure and harmless, but words didn't form anything that would have made sense or be understandable with so little known so he said it with a simple touch to her hands. You don't need to worry, everything is alright.
"I'd like that," he said kindly, lifting his fingers from hers, "I'll come by sometime soon."
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Something in his touch was calming. Maybe it was his lower body temperature or soft skin, but she tried to calm herself down a bit. "Um, yeah, great- chirp! -so just call the bar or whatever and let me know when you want to stop by!" She giggled and twitched a couple of times as she picked up her sandwich. "So what kind of art do-do you do? I mean, besides, um, paper sculpting?" she said, taking another bite of the sandwich.
He nodded gently as the cup
He nodded gently as the cup of tea came back up to his lips again. Slowly the curse of time began to sink in to him. It was crashing time. Cruel fate. Up slipped a hand to his forehead with a thumb pressing into the groove of his temple. It took a moment or two for him to come back to the ground, but he did. Snap. Back to reality, somewhat.
"What do I do," he repeated quietly and shifted a little in his seat. Fingers slid over each other. His head tipped up and eyes followed. Then came down the jaw again and rested upon the palm of a hand. "Many a thing, love. I've taken to performing as my main expression."
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"Sounds fun," she said as she finished the last of her sandwich. "I always thought about- chirp! - running off and joining the freak show," she giggled, taking a sip of her water. "Louise, the Painted Lady! Not for sensitive ears!" She threw her arms out with a "ta-da" look on her face and smiled. She could see the change in his body language, though. He looked different, tired. "You all right?" She reached over and touched his hair, like he'd done earlier, to show there were no hard feelings. "Need someone to walk you home?"
She really was quite
She really was quite adorable. She really was. She didn't fail in bringing his spirits up, so a smile rose again even if it looked a bit tired. Yes, tired. Tired was it. He was tired, very tired indeed. Still, he act made him laugh quietly. How glad he was to have met her. If she knew, if he could only tell her truly, how glad he was that he had met her. How happy he was to know her. How much he looked forward to knowing her more.
"You are lovely, Louise." He said, as if he'd seen an entity beyond the beyond, far beyond the beyond. As if his world was being turned upside down and he was transcending into a whole know space and time. She was fantastic. He knew, he knew that she was meant for great things. No doubt crossed his mind. Oh, no - he knew it was so, and if she ook his hand he would surely make it so. He surely would. "I would like you to join me someday. Join us. I think this city needs someone like you. I really do."
He'd gotten so caught up in her constant eye opening wonder that the previous state didn't come back to him until his emotions settled and words were heard, words speaking of drowsiness you could say. Oh, yes. He was quite tired. An aching sort of tired. freedom falling back into it's dungeon. He imagined that this was how it felt and than forgot until he felt it again. Ah, but magnificent Louise came through for him again. His heart, oh how it was quickly appearing in her hands.
He tipped his head just gently into her touch before turning away softly, almost shyly even. "Ah," Calix sighed, "You needn't do such for me."
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Join us? Oh, Lord, he's a cult leader or something. Louise didn't say anything though. She had to admit to being a bit more curious about him, even if there was something that kinda creeped her out a little bit as well. But then again, she'd creeped out her share of people as well, so she knew better than anyone that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
"If you're sure, but really it's no trouble." she said as he turned away from her. She wasn't that far from home now, and Calix probably didn't live anywhere near her part of town, but she still had energy to spare. One of her exes had once told her she should find a way to bottle it and sell it, she'd make a fortune.
"What did you mean by this city needs someone like me?" She did her little bit, but really, what else could she do that was "bigger"?
It probably could be
It probably could be considered a cult. Although not all cults were bad, were they? He liked to think that his family, as he called them, were good in the end of it all. Yes, they had their problems. There wasn't a single one of them that hadn't been into the lowest of lows at one point. Prostitutes, addicts, gamblers, broken and misfortunate people. They were all people who had so much to give, and he'd proven that. Too much to give. This world was just simply not ready. Luckily, Calix was dangerously persevering in his believes.
"It's really quite far out," he said quietly. His fingers wrapped around the cup of tea and finished it off before it had gone completely cold. A breath out, eyes rolled to the ceiling again. He wouldn't mind the company there. It would make a lot more sense for him to contact someone to pick him up, though. Then... he didn't like the feeling of being left alone. Not now, certainly not now. Walking that far in the cold likely wasn't too good of an idea. He probably wouldn't make it.
"Diversity, love. You should be on stages, in papers, on radio shows and in photographs. Your art should be on walls and in galleries." He drifted off a little, "you're different, Louise. I think you have a vibrancy that needs to be shown. An overflowing abundance of life trapped within you. I think that, whatever power around us brought you to life knew that. I think that's why you have the quirks that you do."
His eyes settled back upon her with a kind softness backing up his words and beliefs. He remembered how he found each and every one of his children. He remembered quite well.
"It would be better to contact a friend to pick me up, I think. Will you keep me company until then?"
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"Far out" wasn't the half of it for this guy. Louise found herself alternately fascinated and terrified by Calix. Part of what he said sounded so amazing to her, but she still didn't understand how she of all people could be anything particularly special. While she appreciated the things he was saying about her, she still didn't quite believe them.
Still, he hadn't done anything to her, and he seemed nice enough, even though he was a bit odd. So was she, when it came right down to it. So she smiled and chirped and snapped her fingers as she patted his hand with her curled right one. "I'd love to." With her good hand, she motioned to the waitress to refill her water and his tea, if he wanted it.
Calix smiled lightly. She
Calix smiled lightly. She would see, she would. In time. When the waitress came over, the man asked to use the telephone quickly. She was easy to say yes and show him where it was he could place the call. He made a motion that he would be right back and went off with the waitress for just a few moments. It didn't take too long for the man to return. He did look tired when you paid attention. Still, he returned with a smile.
"Sometime in the next week," he said quietly as he slipped back into his seat, "I'll make some time to see you."