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Heartless Daddy's Girl, Angela (ebonempress) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-05-20 14:32:00

Entry tags:

anole, illusion

I Wanna Get It
Who: Mia OT Victor
When: Afternoon Wednesday
Where: Outside the Coffeeshop
What: Mia is trying to read the sign, but first you have to learn how to read. Anole is somehow going to help this situation, we're just not quite sure how yet.
Notes: For the Mash up

Mia looked at the coffee shop sign with a confused expression, lower lip caught between her teeth. She'd been doing that for the past ten minutes. What exactly was she doing? Mia was trying to read. She didn't recognize most of the letters though because they weren't letters in her name.

M. I. A. Those were the letters that made up her name. They also made up the acronym: Missing in Action, which was a pretty apt way to describe Mia's mental state, but no one made the joke. The girl wouldn't have gotten it anyway.

It would have been easy enough for her to just go in, but she got caught by the sign and this need to figure it out. Why after all these years did she care what the coffee shop sign said? Because now she knew it was a sign...it had words...Mia could, with a lot of help, read words that weren't her name. So now she was trying to puzzle it out.

Unfortunately, said sign was frustrating her to the point of tears. She didn't recognize the letters. How on earth was she supposed to read it when she didn't recognize the letters? Today, she wore blue and white...blue overshirt with white clothes underneath and the little green dragon who accompanied her hung his tail around her neck and settled on her shoulder looking up at the sign with a very similar look of abject frustrated confusion on its tiny muzzle.

"I wanna get it," she mumbled to herself. In this instance, the island had set her up to fail. Reading, writing, and arithmetic were things that you only learned if someone bothered to teach you. Add that on top of the fact that Mia had spent most of the last decade in a mental fugue state and the fact that she couldn't read, write, or actually add one and one made a whole lot of sense.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-20 01:58 pm UTC (link)

Vic had spent the last few minutes studying the girl with the little green dragon, amusement on his own features. Or at least he was amused, now he was just concerned. She was staring, just... staring. Frustration was soon showing on her features... was something up there? Some mutant who had climbed atop the coffee shop, hoping to jump off and end it all? While that would not be entirely surprising, the female's expression did not seem to hold the right kind of concern for that situation.

Not that this particular female was ever entirely 'right there.' Victor knew who Mia was, he had even met her a time or two in passing, though he doubted she would remember. Finally, he took in a small breath and stepped out from behind the counter, pushing the door open and peeking out to her.

"Hey," he offered iwth a small smile. "Did you need help with something?" It was a fair enough question, the girl looked lost. Then again, when did she not look lost? Friendly green eyes peeked out from under the bill of his black visor. He did glance quickly up at the sign to see if there was a suicidal mutant ready to take a pathetically short jump to an attempted death, but no, there did not seem to be anyone up there ready to off himself. One less thing to worry about, Vic supposed.

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ebonempress
2009-05-20 02:10 pm UTC (link)

"I wanna get it," she repeated looking from the sign to Victor and then back up at the offending piece of literature. Mia didn't get it. She couldn't make sense of it. No one really expected her to care. Mia caring about things was a new occurrence in nearly anyone's book.

She stuck a finger in her mouth and absently chewed on it above the last knuckle. The behavior didn't seem to cause her any pain, but it wasn't exactly the brightest or most sanitary thing to do. Not that she had quite progressed to that level of consideration for anything.

"Dragon boy get it?" It was also not unusual for Mia to assign names to people. Considering this was a young woman you had to be thankful remembered you for longer than 30 seconds, it wasn't hard to understand. She gave a person a name so that she would remember it.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-20 02:30 pm UTC (link)

"You want to get..? You want a coffee?" he guessed, trying to make sense of it all, scaled brows knitting up. "You can just come inside and order," he offered, trying his hardest to be helpful. He watched her chew on that finger and tried not to quirk a brow. She was an odd duck, but then again, he had green scales and spikes, who was he to judge?

He watched the little dragon on her shoulders, watching it with a mild fascination. Oddly enough, he found little green dragon less strange or disturbing than he did the recent influx of dog-things. Maybe it was the fact that the little dragon was green and scaled like him, rather than furry and fanged. "Does he have a name?" He asked in a friendly way during the pause, motioning to the dragon.

"Dragon boy?" He echoed with a bit of amusement filling his eyes. Oh that brought him back to his childhood, picking out big scary, and lame, code names such as "Dragon Claw" and "Fire Drake!" which were all ultimately passed over in favor of the simple "Anole." "Do I get coffee?" he asked. "I make it, and I drink it..." Victor was not at all used to the concept of Mia reading, or trying to read, so what she was attempting to do was entirely lost on him.

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ebonempress
2009-05-20 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Mia actually didn't have the faintest idea what coffee was. She'd never drunk it and unlike soda which she vaguely remembered as being funny tasting when one was expecting water and tea which was hot when she was expecting water, Mia didn't have a frame of reference for coffee. It was a word that made her go, "huh?" Come inside and order coffee...coffee...She shook her head and the little dragon fanned his wings to keep his balance.

Which was probably what brought on the question of his name. "No," she answered that question in a distracted fashion rather like she did most things, but then she did something one might not expect. She put her hand out to the little creature and she asked him: "Do you have a name?" It shook its head 'no'. "You want name?" 'Yes'. "Okay, name you Aim. Little dragon name Aim." Very interesting.

He was talking about coffee again and she shook her head before pointing at the sign. "Wanna get it. Get. Get. Get....READ!" As if she realized there was a new word she could use to make what she wasn't better understood.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-20 03:06 pm UTC (link)

"Coffee..." he tried again, looking mildly concerned. No one wanted Mia to be overly upset. Only bad things resulted from that. "Coffee, it's a drink. A hot one, that's, bitter but can be sweet?" How did you describe coffee. He was rather hoping she would lose interest in the topic rather than become frustrated and simply blink his place of employment out of existence.

He smiled as he watched the exchange between her and the dragon, a warm smile lighting his eyes. It really was fun to watch. "Well, hello to Aim." He then stood awkwardly a moment, trying to think of what to do or say. Not that he wanted to chase Mia away, he just waned to make sure she was not angry or overly frustrated.

Then she said it, 'read,' she was trying to read. Victor blinked a few times, a bit taken aback by this new development, but nodded. "It says 'Coffee Shop,'" he then proceed to point out each letter, hoping that might prove to be helpful to her quest towards literacy. "And coffee is a drink you can buy here, at this shop," he added, wondering if he would need to explain what coffee was again. He glanced into the shop, glad that no one was currently inside so he did not have to worry about rushing right back, he was very sure the powers that be would allow him a few minutes to ensure the little wild card was not causing trouble. "...do you know hot chocolate?" He suddenly questioned.

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ebonempress
2009-05-20 03:22 pm UTC (link)

"Hot chocolate candy in a cup, Mother made candy in a cup." That was a lot of years ago and how come that memory survived the constant onslaught of mental destruction going on in Mia's mind was anyone's guess. However, it was there and she knew what it was...halleluia and praise the angels, she knew what hot chocolate was and her unhappiness was starting to subside. Frustration, right along with fear, was not an emotion she understood well enough to know what to do with other than making the cause go away. When it happened with people, sometimes those people ceased to be. When it happened with things, it was even more likely that such a thing would no longer be there. The manager would look up and realize that suddenly a rather large sign was no longer there and no one could say to whence it had gone.

"Aim want candy in a cup," she asked the dragon who was still clinging to the edge of her shirt near her neck and trying to read the sign himself it appeared. It made a little trilling sound, tongue flickering out against her skin. "Yay! Candy!"

She was happy again, all smiles and good nature now that the problem of the sign was dealt with. The sign said 'Coffee Shop' and it was a place to buy coffee and candy in a cup.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-20 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Victor smiled, feeling himself relax a bit. Good, she knew hot chocolate and was happy about it. Excellent! This he could work with. He nodded and stepped back to motion her into the shop.

"I can make candy in a cup, why don't you and AIM come in and sit down and I'll make you some--how about with whipped cream and sprinkles?" Victor still had some green sprinkles left over from St Pattie's Day and while he usually saved them for the younger crowd, Mia certainly counted that way mentally.

The air conditioning inside the shop cut easily through the humidity, even if it was a slight bit chilly for Victor's reptilian nature. He escorted Mia over to a little table and then hurried back to whip up two hot chocolates, flicking his tongue quickly about to help him gather ingredients and open doors, feeling very satisfied that he had been able to help. And now she and her little dragon would have candy in a cup and maybe actually remember him from this event? Naaaah.

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ebonempress
2009-05-20 03:42 pm UTC (link)

Mia would grow up...one day...no one really wanted that to be soon. After all, if she grew up and didn't have any better control of her emotions, things would only get markedly worse. She had too much power for any one in authority to want her to learn enough to be dissatisfied with her lot in life.

Candy in a cup with whipped cream and sprinkles. Inside at the table, Aim hopped down and sat on the table itself like a miniature cat, folding his wings back and looking up at the little Miss who kicked her feet back and forth despite being nearly tall enough to put her feet on the floor completely.

"Aim like candy," of course, Mia liked candy too. "Dragon boy like candy?" Yes, she was trying to hold a conversation, even if she sounded like a 2nd grader. Amazing how much speech patterns change when one learns the use of pronouns.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-20 03:47 pm UTC (link)

Anole worked quickly to fix up two cups, thinking about it a moment before asking, "Does AIM want a cup or a bowl?" He was entirely unsure if it could use its claws like hands, or if it was going to lap it up like a dog or cat. The last thing Vic wanted was to offend the little dragon and its owner by proxy. He allowed himself a moment of amusement, wondering how much more attention he would draw were he to work the shop or enter the arena with a real dragon about his shoulders.

He soon sat the two drinks down to his two customers, they full to the brim with whipped cream piled high and speckled with green sugar crystals. Vic flashed them a warm smile before he moved back to the counter, but kept talking to her. "I like candy quite a lot," he assured. "In fact, people in my Block know me for keeping a lot of candy on hand," he chuckled.

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ebonempress
2009-05-20 03:59 pm UTC (link)

Aim was an enterprising little creature. He looked at the height of his cup, apparently measured his own height and realized he wasn't quite tall enough. So he started out his little escapade by standing up on his hind legs, bear hugging the cup, and pushing it across the table to the napkin dispenser. Which he then hopped up on and used as a child's seat so he could stick his head into the whipped cream. When he came back out, he had a white beard and one little green sprinkle stuck to the end of his nose.

Mia covered her mouth to laugh. "Aim funny," which only set off another fit of chuckles. "Like candy. Can't have all the time. All the time is bad." Who told her that? She didn't really remember. Only that she'd been told that at some point and like many of the random things in her head, that had stuck. She picked up her cup and started to eat sprinkles and whipped cream off the top.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-20 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Vic grinned as he watched the two enjoy their treat, endlessly amused by the antics of the little dragon. He nodded in reply to her statement about candy all the time, grabbing a rag to clean up the machines he had used in making the hot chocolate. Had to keep busy, keep the person or persons behind the cameras happy, he reminded himself. "That's very smart," he agreed with a nod.

"Candy all the time can make you feel sick," he added oh so helpfully, but then flashed a s mile. "But once in a while is a great treat." He finished wiping down the foamer and leaned against the counter to watch Mia and Aim, feeling oddly relaxed and happy as the worked on their drinks. Something about her childish nature reminded him he needed to check up on the little pink skinned girl his Block Owner had asked him to take under his scaly wing.

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ebonempress
2009-05-20 04:42 pm UTC (link)

Mia seemed perfectly all right, then she winced for a moment and her mouth formed a little 'o'. With a nod, she picked up her cup and Aim's. The dragon was perched on the edge of his drinking out of it like a bird from a bath.

"Gotta go...gotta go...gotta go..." then she stopped and looked at Victor. "Can come back?" There was actually something hopeful in her face, like she really did want to come back even if she did have to go right then to do something.

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	theatriclizard 2009-05-20 05:02 pm UTC (link)
	A confused expression washed over Vic's face as he watched her spring up and be ready to run off, he blinking but nodded, not about to try and stop her. "Come back any time, take good care of Aim!" He said gently, waving good bye to her with a warm smile. He had no idea what could be so urgent, but apparently it was enough to have the little space cadet scampering off. (Reply to this) (Parent)