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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 13, 2007 23:50:50 GMT -6
All noise had been swallowed up in a general din of background stimulation as Alessia Kinamoto followed the crowd. Airplane to airport, customs to baggage claim, alive and alone in a crowd. She peered into closed storefronts and tried to find something, anything, worthy of a photo she could send home. The customs agents had been perfectly nice and rushed her through without hassle, but the line had been an hour-long burden on her feet and enthusiasm. She couldn't understand why they kept asking people if anyone had put anything into their luggage without their knowledge. How would she know if someone snuck something into her luggage? The parameters of the question made it impossible to answer and the bored expressions of those asking made her feel like they hated it as much as she did.
Taking a breath, Alessia reminded herself that she did not take an internship in another country just to complain that the culture was different from her own. She was here to become fluent in the language and improve her skills and experience a new environment. She just wished part of her new experiences did not include trying to navigate them by herself. It was an odd feeling to know that her phone was full of numbers and yet none of them were within 6,000 miles. They were going to lunch with a bright sun overhead while she was yearning for dinner and a warm bed.
She checked her cell phone and realized she'd missed quite a few texts. The one that almost made her panic was the one from the car service her dad had hired, which stated that her car had been canceled due to maintenance issues. Though, beneath that was another text stating a driver had been sent from a cab company.
"Hello again," greeted the woman Alessia had sat next to on the flight from Tokyo to New York.
"Hello, I am happy to see you," Alessia replied.
The woman smiled back before looking around, and tucked a strand of red hair into the hat she was wearing. Her smile faded and she spoke again in a lower, husky voice. "Is someone picking you up?"
"Yes," Alessia stated, holding up her phone though the woman did not look at it. "My driver was quit, but another is coming."
The woman's smile returned, as did her attention. "Excellent. You should head down that hallway there." She came around behind Alessia, then hunched slightly and pointed. Alessia was eye level with the woman's arm and followed the hound's tooth pattern to the glossy nail beyond and narrowed in on a set of two double doors and a black sky lit with headlights.
"Okay," Alessia nodded and set herself to look determined. The woman straightened up and nodded back.
"Okay," she agreed. "I need to go, so be safe now. There are some strange people at airports and they might take advantage of you. Just keep going until you find your driver and if anyone tries to stop you, get away from them and-" The woman stopped suddenly, like her words had been going faster and faster and suddenly crashed. Then she let out a breath and chuckled. "Sorry. I'm probably just being overprotective. Maybe I'm pregnant and I have that maternal instinct already. Can't help but worry."
Aya breathed and smiled back at the woman. "That's okay," she assured her. "I don't want you to worry. I'll be safe and find my driver right way."
The woman's eyes turned to her and she winked, then stepped backward and was swept into the current of people. Aya headed the opposite way and followed the advice she'd been given... While texting her friends and family. When she next looked up, it was to pass a row of snappily-dressed drivers waiting with electric signs or whiteboards. They looked so professional and classy and they did not even look at her. They stood and peered out at the people exiting the terminals and held up their signs and wore matching expressions that made her wonder if their demeanor was part of the uniform.
She was busy reading the names on their signs when someone tried to grab her school bag.
"Excuse me," the man started, staring intently at her. A moment passed and his features softened slightly. "I... I think you grabbed the wrong bag."
Aya looked down at the bag, horrified by the thought of having taken someone else's luggage and having lost her own. But... No, that was her bag. "No, sir," she replied, pointing to the key chain that was a group photo of herself and her friends. "This my bag."
"...My mistake," the man replied, as his eyes traveled up and down her body. "Did you come here by yourself?"
Aya remembered the lady's advice and bowed briefly to the man as a way of excusing herself. "Yes sir, but my ride is waiting for me. Excuse me."
"I'll walk with you," said the man. He grabbed her suitcase so she was forced to slow down and let him accompany her. "Meeting friends?"
"No, my dad reserved a car for me," said Aya, feeling defensive. She had not done anything wrong, but this man made her feel like a criminal. "You still need find your bag?"
"I'll look for it later," said the man as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She tried to slide out of his reach, but his grip tightened and she quickly realized she was not leading the way anymore. She was being pulled.
The lady's warning flashed in her mind, but she wasn't sure what to do. She knew she should tell him to let her go, but her own shyness kept her quiet and part of her was not so much afraid of offending the man or making a scene as much as she feared that he would hurt her if she tried anything.
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 13, 2007 23:57:34 GMT -6
Jack Sawyer stood among the limo and luxury car drivers in their sharp-looking uniforms and $100 haircuts, but it did not occur to him that he should feel out of place in his t-shirt and jeans. One big perk of being a cabby was the lack of a dress code, after all. Plus, he'd never really bought into the social class system and preferred to judge people based on their actions.
And right now, people were acting kinda strange.
To be fair, it wasn't like anyone was standing on a chair screaming that the earth was flat. It was just that Jack had not always been a cab driver. He'd lived a life where attention to detail was a survival skill, and failing to notice people acting in certain ways could be the difference between having your family attend your wedding and having your family attend your funeral. There seemed to be coordination between people spread out through the airport and they were definitely looking for someone.
Jack tried not to move much or do anything that might make him stand out. Perhaps he was just being paranoid or maybe his mind had a hard time letting go. Either way, he wanted to pick up his fare and go. He looked back at the sign he'd made and then up again in time to see the mirror image embroidered on a school bag. Aya was a common enough name that he almost let it go... until he saw the fear in her eyes.
Hell, even if she hadn't been the one he was supposed to pick up he would have reacted. He knew honest fear when he saw it.
"Aya?" he asked, stepping forward and shoving the sign out in front of the pair to stop them.
The man with his arm around the girl tried to shift left and pass him. The girl, however, nodded desperately. "Yes."
"Thanks, bud," Jack said as with a smile that could have lit up a room- an emergency room when they had to turn the lights on to wire the other man's jaw back into place and pick teeth out of his throat. "I got it from here."
When the man wisely hesitated, Jack pulled the girl's suitcase from his grip and offered her his elbow. The moment she took it she was safe, even if she did not fully know it. He flashed her a smile and led the way to his cab.
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 0:01:54 GMT -6
Aya did not give the first man a second glance. She was embarrassed and felt like she'd been rude, and definitely did not want to face him because any apology she could offer would be empty. After all, apologizing for something you're still going to do is an apology of empty words meant to tell the person you're speaking to that you're not sorry about your actions, you're sorry for the way they feel about your actions.
She looked up at the man who had come to her resue and there was something about his smile that set him up in her mind as a person she could trust. The smile seemed easy and sincere, and his gaze was full of good intentions. This was what she'd wanted her first American interaction to be like... except that her heart was beating out of her chest and she was paranoid that the man from before would still be following her.
"Thank you," she said to her rescuer.
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 14, 2007 0:05:10 GMT -6
Jack pulled his attention from the man and offered the pretty girl a reassuring wink. He was happier once they were in the open air again- even if that air smelled like exhaust fumes. A quick glance back showed him the unwelcome sight of the guy who had been harassing his fare was following them. If he had looked upset it would be one thing. 'Upset' was natural in a world where people seemed to prefer to be butthurt and offended than relaxed and supportive.
The man Jack glanced back at looked studious and noticed immediately that his presence was being monitored. Looking forward again, Jack used every reflective surface he could to keep an eye behind them. The man did not need an earpiece or a microphone in his collar. Not today, when everyone had a cell phone and was constantly seen talking on them.
"That's us," he told the girl as he pointed out the yellow Crown Victoria that was his office. "Hop in."
He opened the door for her and watched the people reflected in the car windows. The man was gone now, so Jack focused on anyone who might be replacing him. He spotted one person, but the fact that he had trouble doing so meant he was up against professionals. Directing his attention back to Aya, Jack offered an easy smile and locked the door before he shut it.
Dropping her suitcase into the trunk, Jack walked around his cab and took note of anyone who watched him with anything more than a passing fancy. A flight attendant stared at him, but her gaze suggested the only harm she meant him was the kind that occurs in a bedroom.
He slid into the driver's seat, started the engine and looked over his shoulder at traffic and at his passenger. Seemed like she had noticed the man as well and looked concerned. There did not seem to be malice or even understanding in her features, and he didn't get the type of itch he usually got when someone was putting on an act. Whatever was going on, this was not the location to talk about it.
He pulled out onto the steady stream of traffic and sped towards the closest exit. It wasn't the best exit for where he was supposed to take his passenger, but it got him away from the people following them and did not let on to his destination.
"Miss?" he said to his passenger as the Crown Vic roared town the freeway entrance ramp. "Y'okay back there?"
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 0:09:01 GMT -6
Aya was still catching her breath when her driver spoke. She'd been focusing on what she was going to say to the group chat with her friends, but having a hard time finding the right words.
"I... Y-yes," she admitted quietly, with her eyes on her phone as it translated enough that her own knowledge filled in the rest. "Th-thank you for..." words failed her again, though this time she knew what she wanted to say, just not how to say it in English. She didn't think it would carry the same meaning if she said it wrong or had to use her phone to help her. So, she just repeated the basics. "...Thank you."
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 14, 2007 0:13:15 GMT -6
Jack replied with a lighthearted shrug, though as he glanced in his side mirror he realized they were being followed. Considering he was driving about twenty over the speed limit, the tail was easy to spot. "What uh..." he started. "What did that guy back there want?"
The girl glanced at her phone, then nodded back enthusiastically as if to say 'Right?! That was weird!' "I don't know," she admitted animatedly. The reaction again seemed real, but the people at the airport had seemed organized even if they were just using cell phones. Those types of people don't normally pick a target at random. His passenger had to know something.
"S'nice place you're stayin'," he said in a conversational tone. "What you in town for?"
Though, as he watched her try to figure out what he'd said and then consult her phone for a reply, he realized he did not have time to spend on small talk. If he was going to get involved then he couldn't beat around the bush, and he definitely did not want to get involved until he knew what getting involved entailed.
"I don' mean pry, miss," he began. "But I think we're being followed. You don' seem to know why any more than I do, so I need you to think back. Calm down and use that brain of yours an' try to remember what happened before you came in contact with him. I'll take a different route to your hotel if you want me to and lose the tail. Just keep in mind," he added as he sped along the interstate. "The meter is running."
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 0:25:00 GMT -6
Aya turned to look over her shoulder, feeling tense and frightened, but she wasn't sure what she expected to see. There were a lot of headlights and not much else. She looked forward again. Was he joking? Why would he joke about them being followed? The American media overhyped things but were the citizens always as dramatic? So far... Yes, yes they were.
Still, the airport creeper's actions did bother her so she did as her driver asked and tried to think about everything that had happened. Her mind jumped to the answer almost instantly. The creeper had accused her of stealing his bag even though she obviously hadn't.
"He say I steal bag," she stated in annoyance that came easily now in the safety of the cab but had been absent in the moment.
The driver glanced back at her in the rearview mirror and replied with, "Have you checked your bag?"
Aya frowned, but there was nothing to lose by double-checking her bag even if she knew with absolute assurance that it was hers. She unbuckled the strap keeping it shut and looked inside, expecting to see the pound of candy from her friends, her laptop, and her portable battery pack. And she did see them. The problem was that they weren't alone. There was a bundle of cloth with strange markings on them that Aya recognized but could not place. When she pulled on the cloth and was left staring at a book that seemed to pulse with life. It did not call to her or turn her away, so much as it seemed to scream into the ether and go unheard to the natural world.
Furrowing her brow as her eyes grew wide, she could only stare at this new item in alarm. She had looked through her bag a hundred times on the plane and this book had not been there before! It was huge and now felt heavy when she had not noticed the weight before! Where had it come from? How had it gotten into her bag? What was it?
She gripped the spine and a shiver traveled through her own. It felt like the book knew she was touching it and something else called to her in a soundless, wordless suggestion of caution. She moved her fingers and felt threads of that caution as if they were made of twine and spun through the cover.
As she held the book out by those threads, the screaming ended abruptly with a violence. Like a swimmer pulled under the water by a shark. She turned the book over in her hands and distrusted her own eyes as her memory told her what she was holding. This book... she had only read about it when studying Dark Arts. This was unreal. There was no way it was here in front of her!
It couldn't be real.
Yet, it felt real. She opened it, half-expecting a skull-shaped cloud of smoke to bloom forth, but the twine of caution held firm. She felt a chill in her brain as the twine reached out to her and told her not to read the pages. There was little threat of that. The pages themselves made little sense to her. They swam and warped and she realized she was not in danger of being lulled into reading them.
The book could attack, she remembered suddenly with a brief moment of erupting panic that caused her heart to thunder even as she realized that it would have attacked her already if it was going to.
Her teacher had shown them a picture of this book as a doomsday prophecy and an example of how magic could work a user instead of vice-versa. Instead of wielding this book, most had their lifeforce wrenched from them and added to the book's pool of magic, others were driven mad by it, and some were possessed by it. Only a few could touch it without it biting back. She could feel the power radiating from it but didn't feel the expected enticement of ultimate power or the distress of her lifeforce ebbing away. Instead, all she could think about was how bad it would be if this fell into the wrong hands.
Such as, perhaps, the people chasing her.
"Ah," she cringed. She couldn't give this book back! It was illegal to own, evil, AND an artifact that should have gone to a mage of the 3rd or even 4th level circles! How had... When had... She needed to call... Someone. Who would know how to deal with this? She didn't have any of her teachers' phone numbers, but maybe one of her friends could ask them to contact her. She yanked out her phone and sent a reply into the group text: I need principal Clow to contact me.
There were a lot of "Why?" responses and people asking what was going on and one teasing her, but her best friend came through,
"On my way to ask him to call you."
Aya smiled. "You're the best!" she replied. Now she just needed to lose the people following he and get to her hotel. She looked to her translation app, but gave up on that and meekly said: "I have money..." in response to the driver's statement about the meter. "Please lose followers."
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 14, 2007 0:31:21 GMT -6
Jack flicked his attention to the two cars he knew were following and felt the tingle of excitement spring up from a life he thought he had abandoned.
Was that just the nostalgia of passing years remembering the good times over the bad and longing for those good times again, or...? Okay, the facts. The girl said the guy was concerned about her bag even though she was sure it was hers. And it was obviously hers, he could tell that at a glance. She didn't look extremely wealthy , though she gave off that sheltered vibe. She was alone, far away from home, and naive.
But they'd been driving long enough that he was certain that the people following were not regular bastards- even with a grudge or some rich asshole's wish list.
He spared a look back at the girl and saw she was holding an old book the way someone might hold a grenade that had been lobbed at them and they just realized the pin had broken.
A book was not what he'd expected. Drugs or some illegal pet, maybe. Not a book. Unless the book was some kind of artifact or he most retarded way of keeping a particularly sensitive client list. Jack maneuvered the car around the front of a semi-truck and slowed on the other side. He did not expect the tail to give up because of that, but watching them fly past gave him a chance to get a look at the plates. They were strange and seemed to change as he stared at them. He shut his left eye and saw government plates. Were these police officers?!
He glanced back to his passenger again, this time with suspicion. But, his ability to judge a person's character was unrivaled and he knew without a doubt that she was not a secret agent working against the government. The fact that he'd never misjudged someone gave him the confidence he needed to keep driving even as the car that was still behind him turned on blue and red lights sitting on its dashboard.
Jack took a breath and slowed, then spun the wheel and the car dove into the medium and through a small break between the south-bound side. He could hear the lit-up car's brakes screaming, but was already weaving through traffic and speeding off. The best part of being a cabby was that his car was already invisible in a patch of identical cabs. He took the next exit with about seven other cabs and headed in the direction the majority of them were going and then split off from there and took surface streets.
The breathless-wide-eyed expression on his passenger's face reminded him he was driving a civilian, so he let up on the accelerator and pulled off the road. It took less than five minutes to change his medallion, number, and the add on the top of his cab before climbing back into the driver's seat.
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 0:47:43 GMT -6
Aya was gripping the book like it was her first-born child and she was surrounded by dingos. It took her a while to convince herself she was still alive. "Y-y-you... You much ready," she stuttered as her driver returned to the cab. The car felt huge, the seatbelt did not seem to hold her tightly enough, and even the road made her feel tinny. Like Alice, when she ate the cake and shrank to the size of a mouse.
"I'm prepared," the driver responded casually.
Aya let out a breath. She would never make it in America if everyone had to be that prepared.
"Figure out why you're being chased?" he asked, though something about the tone of his voice told her that he already knew the answer. She nodded slowly and thought to leave it at that, but the words came gushing from her like a popped balloon letting out all its air.
"They want this book," she began, even though the person she was staring at did not seem to e a magic user. "I not know I get it. I not should have it. It not good," she explained or at least tried to explain. "This book... This is not book you read. This book... read you. This dangerous."
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 14, 2007 0:55:17 GMT -6
Jack had turned in his seat to look at her and wonder just how deep this rabbit hole went. "...Is that supposed to be some kind of ancient magic that will bring darkness to the world if put in the wrong hands or some mumbo-jumbo?" he asks jokingly. She looked back at him with a straight face, looked at her phone, then looked back up with a decisive,
"Yes."
Okay, well... Yeah, this was where he got off. Jack turned back around, put the car in gear and made a beeline for the girl's hotel. She stared at him through the rear-view mirror for a few seconds and her face grew flush. Her gaze fled to her lap and she shook her head astonishingly.
"...Sorry," she apologized with her eyes squeezed shut. "You think I crazy."
"Nah," Jack said with a smile. The word did not quite match his thoughts, but life always seemed to better when he accepted people for who they were and went with the flow. "... Just maybe don't go around telling people that stuff, okay? And don't think every cab driver in this city will help you ditch the police. You need a ride in the future, you gimme a call. Here's my card." He handed back the card, not knowing when he'd grabbed it, and felt a mix of emotions. Half of him took the action as a way to relieve the guilt he was feeling about his intention to drop her off and go home, and the other half was trying to remind him that the original plan was a good plan and that he'd retired for a reason. "I'm Jack."
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 1:03:42 GMT -6
Aya took the card as it was offered, and felt embarrassed at forgetting her manners- though she'd been a bit distracted when he'd picked her up.
"Nice to meet you," she replied with practiced grace crashing against rushed panic. "My name is Aya Kinamoto, please take good care of me."
She placed his card in her purse after putting the cell number into her phone. She took a picture of her hotel as it came into view, and sent it off to her friends to explain that she had arrived safely. She'd wanted to take a selfie but felt a bit too self-conscious at the moment.
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 14, 2007 1:10:51 GMT -6
Jack grimaced a bit as he pulled into a parking spot in front of the hotel as another car left it. This girl was sheltered and naive, but if she really just had a book then why did the government care? He put on his best smile for her as he opened her door and helped her out of the car. She then looked at her phone as he got her suitcase out of the trunk.
"How much is ride?" she asked. He gestured for her to show him her money and she did so without hesitation. The meter was reading at close to $70, but he only took enough for a few hotdogs and beer.
"Definitely call me if you need another ride," he instructed with a smile and a wink. It would have been easy to let it go at that and send her on her way, but he'd give her his card and if the police did catch up to her and arrest her he was sure he'd be getting a call.
"Hey, Aya, can I see that book?" he meant it as a request but was unintentionally towering over her and the discomfort he felt filtered into his voice to make it sound like a demand.
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 1:20:17 GMT -6
Aya froze. Her grip loosened on the book as she looked down at it and tried to figure out how to explain that his actions were dangerous. She's told him all that, hadn't she? If she gave him the book it could kill him! "W-well, I-I-I... That not... Th-this book..." she babbled and flipped through her phone to try and find the words to say.
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Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 14, 2007 1:26:28 GMT -6
Jack took the book from her while she was distracted and gently opened the front cover. It felt like leather, but different somehow. The words were strange, he couldn't understand them at all and even looking at the pages made his head hurt and his thoughts were difficult to focus. The book was definitely old and something was very wrong with it. The more he looked at it, the less he liked it and the more certain he felt that it was getting ready to pounce on him.
There wasn't a section cut out and filled with contraband and it did not seem to be top secret information such as the names and residences of CIA agents or the nuclear launch codes or anything Snowden would have wanted to get his hands on. It was obvious that this thing was important in some way, but probably not in a good way. He closed it unceremoniously and drops it back in Aya's waiting arms.
'Don't get involved,' his mind whispered in the voice of someone who had died on the job with him. He turned his smile back up for the girl's sake and ignored the fact that she was staring at him in wonderment. "Be safe," he said.
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Post by FangedSmile on Sept 14, 2007 1:36:13 GMT -6
"Y-yes, I will," said Aya. She blinked and wondered if she was wrong about the book. After all, nothing had happened to Jack. He'd looked uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to what could have happened. She placed the book back in her bag and secured the buckle.
"Thank you," she chimed with as much cheer as she could fake as she nodded a few quick bows. "Have good night."
Grabbing the handle of her suitcase, she wheeled it behind her toward the lobby and approached the front desk. The lobby was empty and the woman at the front desk stared forward with a smile that made Aya wonder if she was an android. Her movements did not seem completely natural and all happened at the same speed and seemed to shake a bit when she finished an action.
"Good evening," the woman greeted.
"Good evening," Aya replied as she approached the counter and still had not decided if the woman was human or not.
"How may I help you?" it asked.
"I..." Aya shook herself from her stupor. "I'm checking in."
"... Very good," said the receptionist. "... Can you tell me your name?"
"Oh!" Aya cringed and felt her face redden. "A-aya Kinamoto."
The woman began typing. "Can I see your ID and credit card?"
"Ah," Aya pulled out her purse and hesitated. "M-my aunt paid. She knows the owner."
"We just need to have a card that matches your ID," the woman replied. "You won't be billed unless there is a problem with your aunt's card or there are incidentals."
"I-inci...?"
"In your case, incidentals just include damage to the room. There is a note on your account that covers room service and many of the hotel's additional services such as laundry and spa."
"Oh," Aya smiled and her thoughts drifted to what she would order when she got to her room. She handed over her ID and credit card that had her name on it but was linked to her parents' credit account. She needed to get her own card, but she needed a job first.
The woman took both cards and did some typing without losing that smile of hers. She handed back the cards and extended both hands to accept them. Just as she finished putting them away when the woman held out a keycard. "Room 402. Jeremy will help you with your bags."
Aya took the cards back and bowed her thanks. Jeremy arrived in an ill-fitting uniform. He took he suitcase and placed it on a bellman's cart that looked like a hassle to deal with when he could have just pulled the suitcase. He did not even look at her school bag- not that Aya would have given it to him. He lead the way to the elevators and pushed the button to the fourth floor.
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