silver_moon (silver_moon) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-09-03 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | fransisco ortiz, place: la, ~remmie ortiz |
Who: Remmie and Fransisco
Where: The Beach and then Frank's Beach House
When: Early Saturday Morning - August 27
Remmie slowly started to push herself up from the sand bed. Rising up to her feet was a bit of a struggle for the naked teen mermaid as she was unaccustomed to the limbs she now found herself with. The transformation from the fish like tail that was a normal part of her body to two long, muscular limbs her occurred when the warmth of the sun started to dry her body as the mergirl lay on the beach. Remmie smiled to herself when she took one unsteady step, and then another, and then another managing not to fall flat back down onto the sandy blanket of the beach. It took another three or four unsteady steps before the girl seemed to balance herself quite well on the two legs.
Frank was out for a walk in the early morning. He had only gotten off from his shift at LAGH a few hours earlier, but was still too wired to sleep at the moment. He was hoping that a walk would help him unwind, and, since he lived nearby, he wouldn't possibly endanger anyone by trying to drive home afterward.
Any thoughts of calming down and possibly going to sleep soon when he noticed the naked teen walking shakily on the beach. He rushed over and made sure to keep his eyes above her neck. "Miss? Are you alright?"
"M...m...miss." Remmie smiled brightly up to the man, shielding her eyes with a hand, as she replicated one of the words he had spoken. Her first human word even though she struggled a bit to get it out. And then without putting any thought behind it the blond reached over to touch and finger the material of the man's shirt.
Well that was a little unexpected. "Hable espanol?" he asked her, trying to see if maybe she just spoke Spanish instead of English.
Now that just plain puzzled Remmie and had the girl tilting her head slightly as if trying to comprehend what was being said. The first word had been easily processed and sounded out, but what he said now was just gibberish to the mergirl. The vocabulary her and her people used below the water's surface consisted primarily of sounds. And even though she had managed to speak the single word, Remmie at this time had no clue as to its meaning.
Well, she hadn't understood that at all. "Are you hurt at all?" he asked her in English this time. It seemed that she had responded to English a little better than Spanish.
"Hur... hurt?" Remmie looked to the man clearly not understanding the meaning of his words for a brief moment. Noting that the human seemed to be concerned about her had it all registering, and Remmie shaking her head vigorously in answer with a smile.
Well, she seemed OK...if a little confused. OK, maybe a lot confused. Either way, he needed to get her clothed, fast. "Where are your clothes?" he asked her slowly. "You shouldn't walk around the beach naked like this."
The girl continued looking at the guy as if she weren't comprehending what he was saying. Which she wasn't as the language he was speaking was completely foreign to her. She could speak a couple of the words she had heard him say, but she had no comprehension as to their meaning.
Frank was getting a little frustrated. He wasn't angry at her in any way shape or form. He just had no idea how to communicate with someone who didn't seem to understand any language he spoke. Maybe he should try getting a name from her. "I'm Frank," he said, pointing to himself. "What's your name?" He then pointed to her.
This time Remmie understood what the man was trying to say. Not so much by the words he had spoken, but rather by his motions that had followed his vocalized words. Remmie responded then with a set of high pitched sounds which sounded like Ree eem reee mee.
OK, that sounded, well, more like dolphin sounds than anything else. This was definitely strange. Maybe he should call someone? "Is your name Remme?" he asked, pronouncing it like she had, or as much as he could, anyway.
His pronunciation of her name, or it least Remmie was taking it as that, sounded odd to the teen. Never the less she nodded with a smile as they seemed to be communicating a little with each other. "Rem.... mee."
"Remmie..." He repeated, trying to correct his pronunciation of her name. "Remmie, we need to get you some clothes," he motioned to the clothes that he was wearing. "Would you like to come with me?" he asked, trying to pantomime what he was saying.
Considering that it was probably a human custom to clad oneself in material, at least that was what she was interpreting from the man's gestures, Remmie nodded her agreement to follow the man.
Luckily, it was still too early for anyone to be out, so he was able to lead the girl back to his own beach home without much fuss. "Ok, now to find some clothes that fit you."
When they entered the beach house Remmie looked around with pure amazement and wonder at the interior. Stuff she had seen in sunken boats that lined the ocean floor near where she lived were nothing compared to what she was looking at now. "Clothes." The word flowing out smoothly as she looked over to Frank. She had heard it more then once and it just seemed to rolled off her tongue without trouble.
"Right, clothes," he repeated, noticing that she was talking a lot better this time. He also silently wondered if she had ever seen the inside of a house before by how she was looking around. Then again, she may not have. He went into his bedroom and, a minute or two later, came out with a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She would be clothed, and that was important. He handed her the clothes, still keeping his eyes at about 'head level' with her.
Remmie just looked at the offered clothing for a long moment before the teen hesitantly accepted them. Letting the t-shirt drop to the floor the blond held up the bottoms in front of her a short moment before attempting to put them on. And she did well with that except the pajama bottoms Frank had given her were fitted on her body backwards. Once she got the t-shirt on Remmie cast a glance to the man with a little bit of a smile that showed she seemed proud of having gotten clothed by herself. "Clothes." They felt a little weird on her body, and did smell faintly of the man, but Remmie wasn't really bothered by having to cover her body. Something she had never done before in her life.
It was quickly obvious that she had never worn clothes before. Still, now she was clothed, and that was important. "Are you hungry at all?" he asked her, rubbing his stomach as if showing a rumbling stomach. He wasn't sure what she liked to eat, nor did he know how she would tell him what she liked, either.
Though she really wasn't Remmie nodded in the affirmative when she guessed at what the man was trying to ask her. "Hun.... hung.... gree." Her head nodding slightly as she struggled with getting the word out.
He nodded. At least they had found a way to communicate. "Follow me," he said, beckoning her to come with him. He led her to the kitchen and opened the fridge to show her what he had in there.
Remmie moved forward once the door of the refrigerator was open to peer inside. Within packages everything looked foreign to the girl, though some of the faint smells she caught had a slight familiarity to them. The first thing Remmie pulled out was a carton of Chinese food, which she sniffed at with a scrunching up of her face at finding the smell unpleasant to her and the carton quickly put back. The next things she grabbed for were a whole tomato and a bottle of beer. The tomato didn't have that bad smell to it like the Chinese food did, and the bottle of beer, well it bearly emitted a scent as it was still securely capped. Remmie straightened up then and looked back at Frank holding the two items.
He actually couldn't help but grin when she pulled the beer out. "I think this might throw you for a loop," he said, pulling the bottle back from her. She was more than welcome to the tomato, though, if it turned out that she liked them.
Well, that wasn't right. Remmie exhaled her frustration at having the drink taken from her in a short puff of breathe. He seemed to have opened the cool box completely to her only to decided the cold liquid in the brown bottle was something she couldn't have.
The teen turned back to the open fridge to see what else she might be able to scrounge up. Sniffing at a plate of fish Remmie frowned at it before shoving it back onto the shelf. That was definitely something she wasn't going to eat. It smelled too much like some of the creatures that lived within the ocean with her. Grabbing the yellow container of mustard and a can of soda out, Remmie stepped back to show the man what her additional take was hoping that he wouldn't snatch anything further away from her.
He could tell that she was a bit miffed about him taking the bottle of beer. Still, she wouldn't like it if she tasted it, more than likely. Of course, he didn't want to turn a teenager into an alcoholic by giving her the first taste of beer that she'd ever had, either, if she really DID enjoy it. When she showed him the stuff that she picked out this time, he gave a chuckle and a slight nod to them. He was actually curious to see if she'd LIKE mustard and tomato together. She very well might like it.
It took a little working but eventually Remmie figured out how to get the mustard out of its container and onto the tomato. One bite of the odd concoction was all that the girl could barely tolerate. Her face scrunched up in disgust as she grabbed for the soda in a desperate attempt to open the to try and wash down the remnants of food that lingered within her mouth.
Frank had to hold back a laugh. "Not to your liking then, huh?" he asked. He opened the fridge for her again. "Why don't you try again and find something a little more appetizing?"
Remmie smiled weakly to the man as the bad taste of that single bite of tomato and mustard lingered in her mouth. Peering once more into the fridge, Remmie looked at Frank motioning to him and then the cold box to try and relay that she wanted him to chose this time.
"You want me to pick?" he asked her. He wasn't sure what she would like at all, but at least he could keep her from picking any truly gross concoctions.
The girl guessed at what he said as Frank's words seemed questioning. Remmie nodded in response hoping she was being correct in her assumption of what he asked.
Luckily she was. Frank poked his head in the fridge for a moment, thinking. After a few moments, he pulled out some leftover chicken fettuccine pasta. "Maybe this?" he asked, offering it to her.
Remmie leaned in to sniff at the dish. It didn't smell awful so the girl used her fingers to pull a couple noodles from the plate and dropped them into her mouth. It tasted better then it had smelled. Remmie found herself actually liking the food, at least the noodles she had eaten, and was soon taking some more of the noodles off the plate with her fingers to eat.
He thought about saying that maybe she should try eating with a utensil, but then decided that her eating was more important than her using a fork. At least she seemed to be enjoying this.
Eating a bit more, Remmie had somehow managed to work her way around the pieces of chicken that had been mixed in among the pasta, the girl stopped finally to smile up at Frank. Where she had come from it wasn't customary to eat with any type of utensil. Hands had been fine under the ocean and Remmie didn't think it should be different here.
Frank himself wasn't too worried about the utensils; he was just glad to have found her something that she wanted to eat. "So, guess we can tell that you're an Italian lover," he said to her with a grin.
Remmie wasn't sure what he said just then, but the tone of his voice and the curve of a grin had her thinking it wasn't anything bad. "Appetizing." She said thinking that was the appropriate word after taking a little more of the pasta from the plate. The dish tasted a hundred times better then the tomato with mustard she had tried a moment before.
Now that was a word that he was pretty sure he hadn't said in front of her, so maybe she had picked up that one from somewhere else. "So...do you have any family?" he asked slowly, not really sure how to pantomime it to her.
He had said the word once and Remmie had associated it with good tasting food. Which the pasta was, but the mustard and tomato were not. Her head canted slightly to the side as the girl looked to him with a bit of uncertainty. The tone of his voice told Remmie he was asking something, the girl just didn't possess all that much knowledge of the humans vocabulary. The more he talked the more, though slowly, Remmie was starting to pick up.
He just wasn't sure if he could remember saying it or not. He realized that she hadn't understood his last question, though. Grabbing a picture of his family off of the wall (his parents and the like), he said, "Do you have any family?" more slowly this time, trying to convey it by showing her the picture as well, hoping that it would help her understand what he was asking.
Remmie noticed a resemblance between the people in the picture, with one being Frank himself. Thinking she understood what he was wanting to know now Remmie reached for the man's hand to lead him toward the window that looked out at the ocean. Once they both were standing there Remmie looked to Frank as she spoke a single word. "Family." She said pointing out at the ocean as she back out through the window toward the water with a light smile.
Lucky for Remmie, Frank was actually willing to believe a lot more than most people. "Your family is out there?" he asked, pointing out to the ocean as well. Might explain a few things, like finding her nude and her inability to speak English.
Her smile seemed to brighten slightly when she looked back to Frank and nodded. He seemed to have understood when he motioned out through the window toward the water and repeated the word family. "Family there." The teen reiterated.
Well, one way or another, that probably meant that he wasn't going to get her back to them very soon. Which meant that she needed to be taken care of. Since it didn't seem that she had met anyone before him, he knew that he should be the one to do it. Of course, he was also slightly wondering if she was a shape shifter who was formerly a fish.