The Actual Danger Outside

[SkyFilms]

This roleplay is a private 1x1 between MiddnightPheonix1123 and myself,


It's a tale of someone who like many others has been locked within the walls of a town they have never left, each person from young told of the supposed dangers of fearful beings which have made it needed to keep them inside.


But one day someone unknown, a boy. Appeared from no where who is soon learned to be from the outside world which is full of Magic and beauty. But somethings coming, and he needs help.


Dun dun dunnnnnn xD


Name:


Charolette 'Rose'


Goes by Charlie


Age:


18


Outside or Inside: Outside


Personality:


Charlie is a little mischievous he seems to always have something up his sleeve to mess with someone especially a character he dislikes greatly.


A sweet and silly person who rarely has nothing on but his famous smile. He tries to never show any emotion other then his amusement in most situations, though he's naturally a pretty high strung person and won't hesitate to put someone in their place if they're being ungrateful.


Raised to be grateful for what you have and to work for what you want has made him pretty outgoing great with anyone he likes. It seems when he enters a room people know him, his adventurous attitude taking him to many places in Lerswui.


The red head will most likely in casual situations show any amount of detest when questioned about his past. He'll often times say something like,


'Why talk about something so long ago?'


or


'That isn't a very relevant question now is it? Now I might not look like it but I can be organized! Especially when it comes to my talent of speaking.'


He won't answer questions seriously unless it's necessary which it rarely is in his opinion, if you get an answer from him it's usually sarcastic or too vague to truly treat as a response. If confronted or spoken to bluntly of his terrible cooperation he'll often times become defensive and will act and speak on emotion when agitated he's easy to ignite.


Charlie perhaps most dislikes the feeling of being treated like a child or being looked down upon. So he is very strong willed making it easy to make him feel the need to prove himself most of the time. Picking up unneeded fights due to this to reach anyone's standards and doing the ways of thinking no one else would.


Charlie will never hesitate to think outside of the box, always hoping to be inventive and make up something unique and creative. If asked about one of his inventions he'll most likely die of happiness no one usually taking interest in what he loves to do. He wants nothing more then to leave behind a legacy, to be known more then the mess up.


Likes:


-Magic


-Performing


-Helping others out


-Adventures


-Fights


-Meeting someone new


-His hat


-The outdoors


-Tinkering


Dislikes:


-His name


-Butterflys


-Closed in spaces


-His family


-All towns within walls


-Confrontation


-Seeing others hurt


-Questions


Bio:


Charlie was born inside the walls of the town Reswolb like any child he was a lot to handle believed to be more of a curse then a blessing.


For the longest time his family thought he only heard half of what was spoken to him, his mind seeming to never listen.


At the age of 9 he discovered something about himself that no one else seemed to have, his dream of being unique had been fulfilled. Charlie had discovered his personal powers, rushing home his parents stood outside of their home watching his younger sister prance around the front lawn.


He had called their names before raising his right hand and snapping his fingers to reveal a swirl of fire at his fingertips.


Fear was all that was seen on their expression before they rushed away from their son grabbing Louise his sister shouting for a guard for help. He was confused, scared but most of all as he was screaming and battling against the older man he felt a burning feeling of betrayal.


Charlie could have attacked the men with his new found abilities, yes. But the 9 year old boy saw no use carried away to a small tunnel in the ground and thrown out in the world behind the walls hastily.


The world he was told many times to fear.


Charlie was afraid at first for the longest time he merely wandered, the boy torturing his own mind with his thoughts of the murderous creatures he heard so much about. About the dysfunctional humans who where referred to as savages who held no humanity. About himself.


He never slowed down for how ever long he walked until he came a cross Lerswui his new home in which he was welcomed into quite warmly by a widow whose daughter had grown up and left on her own travels. She raised him and taught him what he knows today.


Power:


Control over the Elements


Appearance:

Other: The source of his powers come from his right hand in which he where a glove over in an attempt of keeping his still somewhat unstable powers.

 

[Wishfully]

Welcome to Elzyon, a land of peace where all of your troubles are no more. The basic needs of life are yours for the taking- all you must do is use the tools you are given to survive.


“You can lead a horse to water but cannot force it to drink.”


This is one of the guiding statements of Elzyon that shapes much of its foundation. The government was founded by a congregation of people who sought to create a society based on both the strength of the individual and the strength of the community. They founded the nation of Elzyon based on the principles known as tenacity, equality, and prosperity. Elzyon is neither an old or a new nation- it has been successful for many years, but is not the oldest world in existence. Over time, the leaders and population has changed, therefore changing the structure of the society over time.


Today, Elzyon is a rather quiet world. People live in harmony and routine- they have paths set out for them and follow them accordingly. Everyday life is very predictable with little change or unordinary events. The society in itself is a bit of a contradiction, a sort of delicate balance, to be honest. The government is not a single ruler, but a group of elders that listen to the people for guidance; however, a law made by the elders cannot be changed by the will of the people- their rulings are absolute.


One of the most important government systems is the Ration Lines, where people line up to receive their allotted portion of granted goods that have been imported or manufactured. Goods often include simple necessities such as flour, fabric, soap, coal, etc. There is normally enough to go around, but there have been less prosperous times when some people have been left without their share. This has caused riots before, but the government has a military system that can quickly suppress such outbreaks. Although the people get rations, they are expected to know and learn how to use the basic gifts they receive. For example, they are given flour but must make their own bread since bread cannot be found at a store. In fact, there aren’t many grocery stores at all. For this reason, the people see themselves as independent and strong survivors. Yet, this is rather contradictory seeing as they receive handouts.


Equality is a key foundation for Elzyon. People are to always treat each other with respect above all else. Most people tend to be serious and logical. They believe in solving problems head-on rather than avoiding issues. They are patient and diplomatic, rarely resorting to violence; however, they are normally assertive rather than being doormats. Although scholarly success is seen as a good thing, pride is not acceptable for a long period of time. If an individual achieves something, they can be praised for a little but are then expected to share this knowledge with everyone rather than keeping it for themselves- this eliminates the aspect of pride since everyone can accomplish it. Creativity is not very welcome. Elzyon is a very practical, conservative place, so freedom and expression are not things that are considered good. The people tend to see creativity and the arts as impractical and a waste of valuable time. As a reflection of their support for equality, most people wear neutral colored clothing or at least not bright colors.


From childhood to young adulthood, they are expected to attend school. The students are taught the basic subjects until they turn thirteen. After that, they are evaluated and given a career based on their strengths and weaknesses as shown by the tests as well as supply and demand. Once they have been placed, they are not allowed to change. The students then attend professional school from age thirteen to eighteen to learn how to do their job. At nineteen, they become a full-time worker.


Elzyon used to have open gates, but due to the political and societal unrest in recent years, the nation has shut its gates. There are many people who live in Elzyon, about the size of a small country. People who are born and raised in Elzyon are expected to stay there for life- most people never leave. They are expected to maintain their careers and then start families of their own. Families are close-knit during a child’s early life. The parents teach their children important life skills and the rules of society, and the children do chores that increase throughout their lives in order to learn and gain experience. After the children graduate primary school and move on to professional school, the parents do not play as much of a role in their childrens’ lives.


National Values:


Tenacity, equality, and prosperity. We uphold these truths to protect and guide our everyday lives. If we live according to these values, we will not fall prey to the calamities of the outside worlds:


An anchor for tenacity. The anchor represents tenacity, a solidified foundation that holds fast against the mightiest waves of change. Though conflict may threaten to destroy our very core and the unpredictable may try to sway us, we will stand firm. The heart and essence of our society will never be shaken by those who lack tenacity.


A balance for equality. The balance represents equality, the spirit that keeps peace among all people. For we were all created equal- no man is better than another. We are inherently the same, and we must treat each other with the respect that each of us is due. We uphold justice, and we judge with fairness as according to the peoples’ laws.


A tree for prosperity. The tree represents prosperity, the individual and communal growth that we strive for together. Our hard work and dedication will ensure our survival. With roots firmly planted, we push on toward the horizon, strengthening our bonds with one another and promoting the success of the whole.


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Character:


Name: Khara Audrei Ileph


Age: 17


Personality:


She is a fairly average girl in Elzyon- a hard worker and independent, yet compassionate and generous. Khara is a little more curious than most people her age- she always has been, even since childhood. Since funny people are not all that common in the nation, her sense of humor is rather dry and sarcastic, but she is mostly serious. One of her best qualities is her willingness to put others before herself. Though this is a value in Elzyon, her self-sacrificial nature is higher than most people’s.


Family/Bio:


Khara has an average Elzyoni family- she has an older brother, who has now moved out and a younger sister still in primary school. Her parents both work, just like all the adults, but the family takes care of each other. The members are loving toward each other but not really affectionate, but this is normal in Elzyon. Khara was an average student- good, but not exceptional. She is currently studying to become a seamstress, particularly sewing sails.


Other Facts:


-Was known as “The Girl Who Dared” in primary school because she asked questions when most children just accepted what they were told. The title isn’t exactly endearing, and she was looked down upon for wanting to know why.


-Secretly wants to be an architect.


-Fascinated with colors.


Appearance:

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie paced rhythmically the wide circumference of an old oak tree, it's wooden surface coated in overlapping names and hearts which where engraved.


The tree of forever, was it's title. It was said that if you where to imprint yours and any others name in which you held dear that your love with them would last as long as the very tree and grow as beautifully.


The large oak stood in the middle of an open plain which Charlie would cross when traveling town to town, and as well meet others quite often as he was that day.


As if on cue an invisible force shoved him forward into the dirt he had been walking on.


A smile was evident on his expression as he chuckled soon gathering the small muffled giggle behind him as the weight of the unseen figure was slowly lifted off of him allowing him to turn around propping himself up onto his elbows.


The bright neon green locks of a girl stood out in the dull canvas, a vivid smile playing on the girls face.


"So old man, what's up? Gonna tell me more about the governments secret plans?" The sixteen year old rolled her eyes at the last statement which earned a groan in response from Charlie.


"Yes, exactly. Marie I swear a war is coming, did you notice the heightening amount of special enforcement entering Lerswui yesterday? You know that they where all the way in Conswer last week training for the 'big' mission, why would they suddenly come here? Huh?" He tugged at the ropes which trailed from his hats, grip tightening as he continued.


"I guess every town needs to have it's friendly loon." Marie stated annoyed, pinching the bridge of her pale nose to emphasize her irritation on the brought up topic.


Charlie pushed himself up dusting the front of his jeans off before fixing his hat and turning around, pleas of protest coming from Marie varying from 'where are you going?' and 'why?'


But he continued walking agitated at how no one ever believed him, just a crazy coot to each person he had ever met. Suddenly something took hold of his elbow drawing him back, he was met with fiery eyes which where rarely serious.


"Where are you going?" Marie ordered like she was his mother, he answered as he released his arm from her grasp.


"Elzyon." He replied firmly earning a glare of confusion,


"The crazy people? The Clots?" She questioned as if he was crazy, which he was. It was one of the many boarded up towns which held the powerless, what they called Clots. Charlie simply turned around and began in the areas direction, answering her question without the use of his voice.

 

[Wishfully]

The sky was a soft blue tinted with gray when Khara stepped out of the house she shared with her parents and younger sister. "Have a good day!" the little girl called back at their mother. Khara smiled quietly without turning to look back and took her sister's hand, pulling her along. "Come Lyra, we don't want you to be late," she said. The younger girl quickened her steps to keep up. Before long, the two reached one of the primary schools, and Khara was telling her sister to do well and behave. She waved briefly before turning to walk farther down the path.


Khara's school was very large with many different departments. She walked at a relaxed pace but did not stop- she always took great care to be on time. Khara entered one of the large buildings and set down her bag at her work station. As soon as she got settled, the girl pulled out a small kit containing needles and threads. She went to fetch her current project and started working as the school day began. She unwound the large folds of fabric and threads and tied off the end to her needle before starting a new row. Her classmates filed in one after another, saying a simple good morning to each other before imitating Khara's actions at their own work stations.


One of the instructors stopped by the female student and cleared her throat. "Ah, Miss Khara...how long have you been working on this project?" "About two weeks now, ma'am," the girl replied. The teacher nodded but still looked at the student seriously. "I'm afraid you'll need to practice much more before the progress checks- you aren't working fast enough for someone your age." The teacher gave her a look that was both reprimanding and apologetic before passing on to the next student.


Khara felt a wave of disappointment wash over her as she heard the next student being praised for their skill. She knew she wasn't bad at sewing and she liked it well enough, but there was something about it that didn't feel quite right. She had once voiced this feeling to her mother, but the woman simply reiterated the importance of any job and encouraged her daughter to practice in order to get better. Khara resigned the subject to nothing more than a fleeting thought, for she knew that people would start to look at her strangely if she asked too many questions. The people in Elzyon felt and understood things from their heads, not their hearts, so talking about emotions and passion was all but useless. But still, surely not everyone lived like this...

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie strolled for many miles questioning if it had been the correct decision. He had left a rather upset Marie in that field, and news of him traveling towards a town of Clots would wander quickly as long as she had the information in her grasp.


From his own experience he understood the discomfort those within the walls had with the people who actually lived. Seeing them as mistakes, as a patch of dead grass in their front lawn. But they where the ones living wrong, they spent their lives in a cage like animals waiting to be sold to the butchers.


Charlie verbally groaned dragging his movements out to emphasize how wrong he believed their lives where. If each one of them could spend a week outside of their walls they'd understand, they wouldn't want to escape back to their prison.


Charlie readjusted his hat just as his bronze eyes caught sight of the high standing walls in the distance, tightening his glove onto his right hand his speed slowly grew until he was jogging towards them in long strides.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara continued her sewing silently. In fact, the whole room was nearly silent, save the sound of needles and threads in addition to the occasional whirrr of sewing machines. Khara sighed a little to herself. She should be using the sewing machines by now, but since she was falling behind most of her class, that wasn't an option at the moment. The sounds made a sort of rhythm, a comforting one. Khara noticed and smiled a little to herself. She had only heard music a few times in her life, but this must be close to such a thing, right? Some of the more liberal elders in Elzyon had told stories of the outside- how there was freedom and music and colors everywhere. Khara found herself fondly wondering about such places when she was younger, but now she understood the reason they stayed inside the walls. Freedom often lead to chaos, and chaos led to destruction. No part of her being wanted to see war or violence, so she intended to stay inside for the rest of her life as well.


"Lunch break!" one of the instructors called out. Khara stood like the rest of her classmates and stepped outside with her packed lunch. Sometimes she ate with a classmate or two, but other times she ate alone. Today was one of those alone days. Khara sat down on the grass and ate while watching the sky. However gray it was, she still found some comfort in the open air.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie let out small puffs of breath as he only sped forward, a few yards from the towering walls everyone strayed away from.


His pumping arms fell to his sides once he slid to a halt outside, ivy crumbling up the vertical stone wall. The wall was beginning to crack and rumble from erosion making natural points for him to climb rather then use his ability as planned.


The tips of his stiff fingers dug into a high notch in the wall as he slid his shoes into their own spots, beginning to climb up the however tall it was wall.


The blue skies had disappeared from before replaced with the eerie grey ones which appeared in scattered amounts. Charlie paused as he had crawled up around three fourths of the wall in under around ten minutes. Removing a hand from the wall he held both strings of his hat and tugged them downwards to tighten the cap on his skull before resuming up the wall.


He hoped this wasn't going to be useless that someone, anybody would believe him and jump on the occasion to leave.


Some Clots where cool, himself being the prime subject found guilty of this he knew. The red head took a deep breath as both of his hands where now on the top ledge of the cage. Using what muscles where hidden within his body he brought himself up onto the top platform of the wall.


The view was beautiful from up there all except for the walls, the town was living evidence of the type of progression in technology and living quarters even though there where no way of using anything other then what grew with them. He bit his lower lip, the anxiety of returning to such a terrible place biting at him. Charlie stood still for a moment merely looking down at the small forms below him, the wind blowing past him in small gentle gusts. He became lost in his thoughts, memories, emotions, people filling his mind in waves until he physically shook his head side to side and stepped off the ledge and onto the highest roof top below. Though he tried to keep it quiet the sound still echoed through the air earning a few glares in which he barely missed by sliding off it's edge and onto another. Continuing this process until he hit the ground hidden between a school and a brown home.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara stared up at the sporadic clouds before shifting her gaze to the grass. She heard that grass was green, a vibrant green. She wondered exactly what that meant. It was hard to imagine something so bright in a world of gray where everything was dull. Khara had always been fascinated by colors. That was one thing she didn't mind about working with fabric. She knew that one day she might get to use dyes or at least sew imported cloth that came from somewhere beyond Elzyon.


Khara's lunch break passed quickly, and before she knew it, she was back inside and sewing again. Her pace was improving, she noticed. Perhaps the food had given her a little energy, or maybe it was the fact that the school day was more than half over now. The girl was ready to go home. Although she had chores and it was her night to cook, she would rather be there with her family. Although they were respectful and not even very relaxed around each other, Khara knew that she had a good family. He parents had taught her what she needed to know, and she watched out for her little sister all the time and thought the world of her.


The sail was nearly finished by the end of the school day, and Khara breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she would be able to complete the project tomorrow. It was her turn to stay after class and help clean up, so she quickly set to work in order to stay on time for picking up her sister from the primary school. Khara turned off all the sewing machines and made sure all safety precautions were met before turning off the light and leaving the large room.


"Let's go home!" Lyra exclaimed as she rushed toward her older sister and hugged her leg. Surprisingly, the little girl was rather affectionate. Khara patted her head but told instructed her to let go and walk with her. She didn't want people to look down on her sister for being a little different. Khara knew what that was like- mostly just uncomfortable since no one actually did any real harm besides the strange, disapproving looks. All the same, it was humiliating, and Khara hoped that her little sister would make their parents proud and not grow up to be like her.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie removed his hat and ran a lazy hand through his fiery red bangs and did his best to tuck away his mop of hair within the quarters of his hat though he felt strands brush the back of his neck before stepping outside of the alley way and out into the open which seemed to be a court yard of sorts. He examined the area for any walking bodies but only spotted a scarce amount of scattered teachers, with a small sigh he placed his hands into his back pockets and began to stroll down the grey dull pathway which lined the streets.


Charlie wouldn't call the sidewalk anything to dull due to the fact that it was probably the most exciting thing in the hellhole he was in.


As he passed other civilians which stared at him in oddity he began to think about how much about him would stick out rather then his bright hair in which he was born with. But his choice in clothing did cause him to seem a bit different and unfitting of their mold, dressed in black jeans with a royal blue tank top with a black detailed anchor plastered on the front of the chest. The gazes where reasonable, he let out a sigh searching the streets nonchalantly in search of someone around his age.


But it seemed as if the town was over run by the people you where supposed to respect. The thought made him internally groan, on the outside it didn't matter your age you where treated with the same respect and given the same responsibility amount as anyone in your class. Now Charlie was meant to be in High Class due to his 'considerable amount of power' as they put it, but they wouldn't let Beth come with him and he wouldn't go without his adoptive mother so he was stuck in the slums where you might as well be a slave.


About to mentally yell at the people who came up with the rules he suddenly bumped into a thin small figure pausing in his tracks he looked down in confusion to see perhaps a primary student in front of him not even reaching his waist. Turning to the older girl beside the small being he held up a hand in case the chestnut haired teen was going to freak out at the fact he had bumped into what looked like her sibling,


"Hey, uh sorry." He spoke apologetically.

 

[Wishfully]

"Don't wander too far ahead," Khara instructed, sighing at her younger sister's enthusiasm. Khara, on the other hand, was feeling much less than energetic after a long day. She yawned and walked at a relaxed pace. Their home wasn't too far away, so she wasn't too concerned about Lyra getting lost or anything. Plus, the younger girl never wandered all that far off. She was fairly obedient, especially in that respect.


"Ouch..."


Khara glanced up to see a stranger standing in front of her little sister. Khara straightened up and quickly rushed over. She hadn't seen what happened, but it seemed the other guy was apologizing. "It's fine, sor-" Khara started apologizing for her sister as well but was then cut off by the little girl's loud inquiry. "What's that?" she asked, poking the guy's blue shirt. The girl had never seen a color so rich before. Khara noticed the blue too but was horrified at her sibling's rude behavior.


"I'm so sorry," Khara quickly explained, pulling the younger girl away. "Stop," she told her. "You're being rude. Now, apologize."


"Sorry..." the little girl said. Khara cast a quick, apologetic look at the stranger before leading her sister away. Who was that? she wondered. He looked...well...rather out of place, perhaps like a foreigner. Then she shook her head. Foreigners didn't come here anymore. Elzyon's gates had been closed for nearly a decade now. There was no way...


Still, Khara looked back at the guy, very confused but also interested. She had never seen him before that she knew of. He definitely wasn't in her class, that was for certain. She began to wonder if he was just a figment of her imagination. His bright hair wasn't easily hidden, and Khara found it quite peculiar. Though, she wasn't the only one.


"He looks like a lobster..."


"Hush, Lyra. You're being very rude. You can't say things like that," Khara reprimanded her sister.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie crouched down to be eye level with the younger girl, admiring her sturdiness before looking up at her older sibling who began to apologize for what she must've thought to be unreasonable behavior only to be cut off by the curious child. His gaze followed her finger until he saw it was pointed to the anchor design upon his top, that was right though Elyzon may be one of the most advance clot towns he'd seen they still didn't know much of boats he could imagine. He was so prepared to speak to the youngin about the wonder of the outside, to fill her with a sense of hope that life was more then what she did daily.


But the older female seemed to once again see this as a terrible act and told her sibling to apologize to which she did.


"It's just dandy little dame." He responded with a smile, just before she was rushed away. Charlie watched for a moment staring at the young girl, before remembering what he had first came here for. Pushing on his knees quickly to make it easier to stand he ran after the two, though she seemed a bit out of the mood the older girl seemed to fit his mental requirements and he'd take it while it was in front of him.


The red head caught up to the two quickly grateful for their fast but casual pace of walking. He then clapped a hand on the brunettes shoulder hoping to stop her,


"Heyo, it's me again. Um, can we like meet up again or something. Maybe go out for some food...if that's a thing here." He mumbled the last part rather quietly under his breath. This was a risk ever since he left Marie at the Forever Tree, and if he was going to get out of the town as fast as he hoped he would need to do this quickly.


"Tonight even if that works." He spoke with a sly smile, hoping to win over the girl without problem though he never did on the outside.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara knew what the anchor was, and if her sister really thought about it, she would probably remember too. In fact, the anchor was a well-known symbol in Elzyon. Maybe he really was from inside the walls. Then again, he spoke differently and acted differently than anyone from around here. She was trying to brush off the encounter as a fluke, but then she felt a hand on her shoulder and immediately tensed before turning to face the stranger once again.


'Who are you, and what do you want?' Khara was tempted to ask, if it wouldn't be rude to do so. Uncertainty was apparent in the girl's eyes as she pulled her younger sister protectively closer to her. Though, the guy didn't seem dangerous. She stared blankly at the young man. What was he talking about?


"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Khara said, blinking. "You're in need of food?" she asked. She tilted her head in curiosity and confusion. Maybe he hadn't gotten his allotted food, or the Ration Lines had run short this time around. Either way, Khara never minded helping a person in need, if that was the case.


"I can bring you something if you like," she offered, still not understanding his question. "I have to make dinner for my family, but I will save some for you." Indeed, Khara was curious about the boy's identity. It briefly crossed her mind to invite the boy to eat with them, but she wasn't sure if her parents would appreciate that.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie's wanted to smack himself right then and there, of course the boy should've realized that a town of Clots would do something as unreasonable and useless as rations. He was prepared to protest not wishing to intrude on the other girls life, but it seemed he already had. The red head was betting all of his earnings and .ittle amount of pride on this single girl that she would help him. His bronze gaze stared into her pale orbs seeing a mixture of emotions swirling within them, curiosity, confusion. Neither of them being what he expected.


They interested him slightly, she seemed different from those within these walls. She thought differently it was obvious by her mere stance and how she held herself. It was more welcoming rather then closed off,


"If you have the food to spare," he finally stated with a sigh before tugging his hat down more onto his head and held out a hand,


"Charlie. Charlie 'Rose'." He introduced himself with his nickname, his mother had been pregnant hoping to stay oblivious to her first borns gender certain it was to be a girl. And went ahead and named him Charolette, before she was given the news.


Everyone at some point found out about his real name, and even now there has been no end.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara nodded, assuming she had successfully figured out what the strange boy was talking about. Maybe. He seemed a bit disappointed when she responded, so she was still a bit uncertain. Khara shrugged it off, not worrying further about about the subject. She stared at his extended hand for a moment, trying to remember the last time someone in this place actually made such gestures. She remembered some of the elderly people doing it, she thought, but the traditional gesture seemed to be fading with time.


She smiled slightly and stuck out her own hand, gripping his tightly for a girl her size. "Charlie? Well, pleased to meet you. I'm Khara, and this is my sister-" Khara turned to where the child was last standing but realized she was no longer there, but entering their home a few yards away. "Ah, well that was my sister..." she said. Then, she noticed a taller form coming out of the house and her eyes widened. Lyra must have told their parents about this strange guy who ran into her and was now talking to Khara- the girl would never keep quiet about something like that.


"Khara, can you come inside and-" her mother's voice stopped as she looked at Charlie. Confusion crossed her face as she stared at him. 'Who is this boy? And why is he talking to my daughter?' her face seemed to say, but then she turned her gaze to Khara. "Ah...is this one of your classmates? Why don't you invite him in?" she suggested hesitantly to be polite. Khara shook her head a little. "Mom, I- uh-" then she glanced back at Charlie and mentally sighed. He looked out of place- perhaps he was having an identity crisis and needed someone who would care for him without asking so many questions. "O-Okay. Would you care to come inside?" she asked.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie was pleasantly surprised by the girls firm shake, she still seemed a bit uncertain about him but it was expected. He only hoped that perhaps she recognized him from around mistaking him for some other stranger. Since it wouldn't be possible to say something like,


'Oh ya I just moved in to the house down the street.' Because the boy was certain about that single thing, that moving wasn't a thing he could use as an excuse.


"Khara?" He repeated the title of the girl with a small nod, a bit peculiar in his opinion but that was the thingit was his own thought which didn't matter in the end. It wasn't like him finding the name a bit odd would change it so he quickly brushed the thought away.


His hands began readjusting his stocking cap not minding his hair now as he saw it was a useless cause then looked ahead with a chuckle as he saw the form of the younger child running towards a single home much like those around it.


"Very energetic she is," Charlie grinned widely stating it as a compliment towards the youngin.


She reminded him of his own sister. Of course, she was to be 15 in the coming month on the 8th but he could imagine her still running around in their front lawn perhaps with some friends now.


The thought made his chest feel heavier and he bit his lower lip uncomfortably just as a new voice rose up from the distance, one of an women, no young lady.


Charlie looked up at the approaching figure straightening his posture and holding himself much more proudly mocking Kharas own stance. She seemed to be what he mentally suspected, her mother. A small alert went off within mind, as if a small part of his mind was yelling abort! Abort!


A memory from a year ago came to mind, one which reminded him of his first actual relationship. It had all been great, spectacular being an understatement. They couldn't go to many days from one another, but after a couple of months of being together perhaps seven if he remembered correctly she came up with the 'ingenious' plan of him meeting her parents.


The whole night her mother questioned him at the dinner table as she sat beside the man of the house, her father who held a firearm tightly. Charlie didn't know what they where expecting, but after that night he dropped the girl in a flash running away. That girl had been Marie, their still friends but her house is off limits to him. An area he will never approach once more.


The redhead physically shivered before the women questioned him if he wished to enter their own home with mock kindness as she mistaked him as a classmate of Kharas. At this he nodded with a sweet smile, putting on his gentleman act,


"If I may." He responded smoothly his smile both realistic and lacking no trait.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara bit her lip and tugged at her hair a little. "Ah, yes...well, please, come in." She gestured for Charlie to follow, turing toward the average-looking house. Khara couldn't remember the last time she had someone over, perhaps it hadn't been since she was in primary school. Most people in Elzyon stayed in their own homes for the majority of the time, at least from what she could tell. She had seen a few classmates going home with each other before, but that had never happened to her. 'I barely know who he is or where he's from...what if our home doesn't meet expectations or he thinks my cooking is bad, or...?' Khara silently worried to herself, unsure of how to deal with the current situation.


The structure was average-sized and looked rather normal. There were three bedrooms, but one was currently vacant since Khara's brother had recently married and moved out. The walls were an off-white color, and the furniture was a medium brown shade of wood. The house had a small kitchen and dining room as well as a family room and a porch in the back. Overall, it was simple but actually quite homey. Khara's father was reading something when they walked in and looked up to observe the boy.


"Hello," he said without hesitation, though his curiosity was obvious in his expression. Though not appearing as cautious as the girl's mother, the man was clearly surprised to see another person that he had never met before. "A schoolmate, I take it?" The older man stood and extended his hand. Khara noticed and narrowed her eyes in confusion. Since when did her father shake hands? Had he always and she never noticed? Shaking it off, she decided to introduce her new acquaintance.


"Um, this is Charlie-" Khara stated. "Hi, Charlie! Sorry for poking you earlier...I shouldn't of done that," the little Lyra piped up, quickly bowing to the redheaded male. The little girl mumbled something to herself before giggling and running off. Khara scratched her head awkwardly. "Anyways...Charlie, this is my dad. Um, well...I have to make dinner, but please take a seat and relax if you wish." With that, Khara stepped into the kitchen and collected several ingredients to cook with. She placed a pot on the burner and then started to cut vegetables and chicken. "I was planning to make soup," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie bowed his head a tiny bit as he murmured a thanks allowing Khara and her mother to enter their own home before entering close behind, his eyes naturally grazed each section of the rooms within his vision. It gave off a feeling of neutral comfort, a simple theme decorating the welcoming home. In his mind he had found a fairly well maintained family, raised strictly but only to a certain degree. The rules looser then what you would find in most homes he imagined.


When he was greeted by a mans voice he turned from a particular wrinkle on the arm of their couch to the single male in their home.


"Hello," he responded his mood perking up to have the sight of a more smooth and adapting character who didn't look at him with a stare that stated, 'You're going to eat my family aren't you?'.


So Charlie pleasantlynodded in agreement when he as well thought of him as Kharas classmate. It truly amazed him that she was allowing him to enter her home, and move along with what they both knew as a lie. Charlie eyed the brunette quietly before he saw the man hold out his hand, which he took hold of casually shaking the fathers hand firmly. The gesture erased what uneasiness was left within the pit of his chest.


When Khara began to introduce him she was once again interrupted by her little sister, the small repetitive events caused him to chuckle quietly under his breath. When the small child apologized once again he waved it off with a loose hand,


"That was the past." Charlie reminded the girl bluntly right as she mumbled something and running away with a trail of giggles behind her. The event caused him to chuckle softly once more as he rubbed the back of his neck.


At the voice Khara instructing him to take a seat he looked up in her direction to see her enter their personal kitchen before taking a seat by her father as instructed.


"You where so kind inviting me into your home, who am I to tell you what to do." He responded before adding on,


"If you need help at any point don't hesitate, I'll even wear a hairnet if it's a necessity." He spoke loud enough so she could hear it without making himself sound obnoxious the right of his lips curved upwards in amusement.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara shook her head. "That's not necessary, and I'm fine," she stated simply. The people of Elzyon prided themselves on being independent, and Khara was no exception. She continued to work silently and efficiently before casting a glance back to where Charlie and her father were sitting. Her dad was back to reading, leaving Charlie sitting there rather awkwardly. She should probably say something, Khara figured. But what was there to say. She was curious about Charlie, for sure, but it would have been rude to hammer the boy with questions.


"Actually, you could stir the soup to make sure it doesn't stick," she said, not used to having anyone but her mother helping her cook. Khara placed a large spoon by the boiling pot before continuing to measure out ingredients, gradually adding them to the pot. Once finished with the task, she busied herself with forming bread in a round shape. The girl worked quickly and quietly, not offering up conversation. She wouldn't know what to say anyway.


"Thanks," she said, swallowing her pride after everything had been cooked. Khara pulled out some dishes from the cabinets and served portions into the ceramic. "Please take a seat," she told Charlie. "You are a guest, and I will serve everyone." Khara placed a bowl in front of each person before finally sitting down herself. "Thank you for the food," her father said, though it was unclear who he was saying it to. Then, he began to eat, signaling the okay for everyone to dig in as well. Khara began to eat slowly, her eyes watching to make sure the food was all right with everyone. When her family didn't complain, she felt a bit more relaxed. The table was silent, but this was not unusual for the family. Most of the time, they ate without much conversation at all, at least until their hunger had greatly subsided.


"So uh, how long have you been seeing each other?" Khara's father asked, breaking the awkward silence. Khara nearly choked on her soup, her eyes widening in shock. "Dad! W-We're not!" she quickly exclaimed, her cheeks turning a slight pink. "Ah I see," the man said. "Why not?" Khara felt her face burning even hotter. "Dad!" she exclaimed, giving him a look. Khara glanced around the table to see her sister giggling and her mother's horrified expression, which was similar to her own without the blushing, but her father seemed relatively calm still, though he quickly changed the subject and asked her mother about work. Khara quickly stood, picking up her bowl. "Would anyone like any more soup?" she asked briskly, eager to escape the dining room for a moment. 'I'm so sorry, Charlie. Someone just kill me now, please,' she thought. 'Why can't my family be normal? This is so embarrassing, I shouldn't have let him in. And now he's never going to want to come back, so I'll never learn about his weird hair color or strange behavior. Just great...'





Khara washed her bowl and started to clean the other dishes in the kitchen, leaving her parents to talk. She sighed in relief, able to control her emotions once again. She only hoped Charlie wouldn't hate her now or hold it against her family. Khara didn't know where he came from or why, but she knew he was different- strange, but not necessarily in a bad way.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie twiddled with his thumbs uncomfortably confused as to what he could do now other then pick at the dirt which was crammed under his fingernails. The couch was relatively soft though it seemed a bit worn out perhaps it had been owned a couple years or a mere hand me down. He ceased his fidgeting feeling the surface a moment with a bored hand looking for something else that may make it so he could dive deeper into the topic. Of. A. Couch.


Prepared to play a mental game of tic tac toe with himself rather then bore himself with the fabric choice and color of a couch he was stopped by Kharas voice. Feeling relieved to have the option to do something he stood up and strolled into the kitchen and towards the pot of soup, taking hold of the spoon in a tight grip he scraped it around the edges of the pot sure to not allow the stew to stick as instructed. Charlie worked with a look of determination, surprising himself as he tried to find the reason for working hard to prove himself to her family.


Looking back over his shoulder he was about to question whether or not the soup was ready to serve but was answered by Khara bidding him to take a seat. Doing so he took a seat quietly and removed his hat setting it on his lap to show his respect, if he where to wear it during any meal at home Beth would smack him a cross the head a lecture following close behind. Charlie awaited the others to begin eating before taking a small spoonful of what Khara had prepared, at the flourish of flavor he rose his eyebrows surprised as he silently complimented her work.


The red head had just token a larger portion of the soup when a conversation had finally sparked, but the topic chosen had caused him to nearly loose what he was about to swallow. Snorting into his hand to create a small wall in case he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter before swallowing what remained. When he had completed the shockingly difficult task he chuckled for a moment both from the conversation and Kharas reaction.


"Now, I'm not saying your daughter is unattractive personally I can see her settling down with a fine man in the future but we're only friends." Charlie stated with an amused smirk but could feel his cheeks brightening with the soft color just before Khara excused herself and her father began to speak to her mother. He completed his portion of the dinner quietly before standing and stepping over to the sink beside her and began to clean his bowl.


"You have a nice family." Was all he stated, if he where lucky perhaps he'd create a conversation and learn more about the girl.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara continued to work without fretting about the subject until Charlie came over and started cleaning. She tensed for moment, noticing him washing his dish out of the corner of her eye. "It's fine, I'll take care of it," she said quickly, not looking at the boy. "Also, I'm sorry," she said quietly, referring to the terribly awkward family dinner. She was surprised to hear that he didn't seem offended or anything, describing her family as nice. "Thank you," she said.


Khara wondered what to do as she cleaned the rest of the dishes. "Well, after I finish...perhaps we could talk some more," she suggested uncertainly. Khara did realize that she really didn't know much about Charlie other than his name and the bits and pieces of peculiarity she had observed. There must be something he could tell her...anything. Khara didn't know why she felt so different, so curious and interested...so energetic rather than apathetic, but she could only think to blame it on the redhead.


Once Khara finished her chores, she led Charlie to the back porch to sit outside, partially because she liked sitting outside and partially to escape any more unwarranted comments from her family, most likely her father. Khara took a seat and sighed, a bit tired of holding herself together properly when she was so confused by this boy's presence. He didn't seem to have as much restraint, and she felt he was rather easy-going if by now he hadn't been too affected by anything. "Alright, Charlie. I have to ask- are you really from Elzyon? If not, then why come here?" she blurted out the question she had been dying to know. It's not as if she had anything to lose; she had already thoroughly embarrassed herself earlier.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie though Khara stated how she would finish the dishes went against her wishes and quickly cleaned his dish and to show even more defiance dried it with a stray towel sure to be clean, his natural smile apparent on his expression the whole time. Once complete he lightly set the dish beside the other cleansed ones hoping to not be to loud before stepping back, leaning into the counter lazily as he awaited the girl to finish what seemed to be a sort've chore.


When the proposition of speaking more with one another was brought up his smile grew as he nodded,


"That sounds like a fair idea." Charlie responded in approval placing his hat back onto his head and began to play with the strings ascending from the corners of the stocking cap.


The independence of Khara pleased him, any women should be able to hold herself even in the absence of another person. Of course there was a certain degree of it he could handle, if she wouldn't allow him to merely help her read an unknown word or search something up he may become irritated with such a strong trait.


When it seemed the task at hand for the girl was finished he followed her cheerfully to their next destination. Which turned out to be outside of their home, away from anyone within her family. He followed her lead taking a seat beside near her but at a careful distance. His bottom hadn't even became comfortable before he was bombarded with the questions he had been expecting all night. The boy truly wasn't shocked in any way, he was very grateful that she had waited till this point where they where alone though.


Charlie cupped his chin as if he had to think about the question before he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, questions..My favorite.


"What? Elyzon? You mean I'm not at Mr. Cobs house in Lerswui?" He held a hand to his chest and mocked an expression of utter disbelief before it was dropped his expression bored like when he had been sitting on the couch,


"Ya, no girly I'm not from here. See I was looking for a vacation home, a place with color but I think I climbed the wrong wall." He chuckled at his own joke, mentally complimenting his own creativity before choosing to speak seriously with a sigh.


"Okay um...I need help, I came in here hoping to find a person adventurous enough to help me with something that could perhaps save a lot of lives.." Charlie bit his lower lip before gazing at the girl from the corner of his eye questionably, waiting for a reaction.

 

[Wishfully]

Khara had noticed Charlie's cheerfulness, a little unsure of what he was so happy about. He was a strange one, that was for sure. Khara narrowed her eyes when Charlie responded sarcastically. Why, the alien was mocking her! "Is that supposed to be funny?" she scowled. Khara raised an eyebrow when he mentioned climbing the wall. "Did you really...did you really climb the wall?" she asked, blinking in surprise.


Khara sighed and shook her head. She shifted her gaze to the sky and stared at the cloudy gray. "Well, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place," she told Charlie. "You won't find anyone here to fit your description." She thought about the other place he had mentioned- Lerswui. She had heard of that world, but she knew next to nothing about it. It was on the outside, so naturally, the government and education systems projected their disapproving ideas of the outside into the information given to the people.


"We're a simple, content and hard-working people. We live in routine all of our lives and don't leave to go on said 'adventures.' Besides," she said, "I've never known anyone from the outside to come here. "From what I've heard, we on the inside don't like the outsiders, and you all look down us."


(Ugh short reply, sorry >.>)

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie bit his lower lip playfully as he watched the girls expression, she looked a bit irritated by his joke for not quite understanding it and at some point he couldn't help the small amount of laughter that slithered out from in between his lips. And nodded along with the noise answering both of her questions.


"That was a joke, a good one at that even if I know no one will ever laugh at it. Oh and yes."


He clicked his tongue as if to state his disappointment in the fact, before listening to the girls next statement. The one thing he didn't want to hear, the C in Clots stood for Crazy and as he climbed the wall he felt that if no one with what they called sanity lived outside then what about those on the inside. Charlie knew himself that he wasnt all there, that was one of a few reasons why no one believed him and his hectics. But never before had he put so much thought into a single topic though his observational attitude.


When Khara spoke once more in an attempt to knock a bit of Clot sense into him he eyed her with his bronze gaze. Going over what he had thought through out his whole stay that night, and was about to explain his thinking when she slowly piece by piece continued to speak of those in her town. Of the type of people they where supposed to be, the mold they all have to fit. When she was believed to have finally stated her conclusion he took a small tired breath as he fixed his single leather glove.


"You seem like a smart gal little Khara, someone who doesn't quite fit in this type of environment. I look at you and I see someone who is far to curious to live in a town surrounded by walls. You're sister is like this to much because she's a child, it's how they're born before it fades away and becomes a distant memory. You've thought about the outside world haven't you, questioned your towns dull appearance and the use of the walls. You notice the small things, that no one else seem to care for, and I imagine you're not that popular?" Charlie paused he was determined for the girl to realize what he had noticed in a few moments, glad to finally state what he had been thinking.


The teen glared at his hands piecing together his next paragraph of words, now he was sortve just defending who he was and who he had grown to deal with and secretly care for. He began to speak trying to keep his defensive attitude out of the mix,


"And this is where we fall back on the topic of you," he placed an evident beat in between the last three words.


"Yes we are guilty of seeing you as low lifers of those who are even below the lower class, but for the reason of as well as you Clots never seeing and experiencing us we never socialize with you. But we're aware of many clear differences between us two, one of them making us 'outsiders'" he make quotations marks with his fingers,


"Or as I like to call us, people. Much more powerful then you lot. But what would you expect as you're elders may fear some of us we fear some of you and that causes some rumors to spread causing the gape between Clots and outsiders to only widen. And now I came here not only because I'm crazy but because one," he held up a finger,


"I'm going to leave a legacy. Two," he added his middle finger to the bunch, "I want to save some people," he finally rose his ring finger but quickly hid it away with his other hand as a visual,


"Then the hidden third one is I want to make these walls crumble."


"A war against something big is coming and no one believes me, and the only one I believe fits my expectations is that same smart girl with the K name. I need a Ying to my Yang a completely different person from a different place with a different way of thinking and most of all that believes me. Oh my god Khara please don't turn me down I need a comrade." Charlie ended his sentence facing Khara with his hands laced together in a plea, he was waited for her to scream and run off calling the guards or whatever they had nowadays.


(Ugh long reply, sorry <.<)

 

[Wishfully]

Khara listened carefully until Charlie had finished. She pondered, going over what he had said. She frowned, shaking her head in silence after he told her what he deduced about her. She clenched her fists lightly. Oh, she fit alright- he couldn't tell her that she wasn't like everyone else. For goodness sake, she had only just met the boy. She realized that some of it was true, of course, but she hated the fact that he was claiming to know so much about her. Out of the goodness of their hearts, the humble family had invited him in, and now he had the nerve to tell her who she was? No, that just wouldn't do. Khara felt herself growing steadily angrier as he continued to speak about his perceptions of her.


Although Khara was used to holding her emotions in check, she was about ready to let them go. But then when Charlie talked of his goals, she couldn't help but admire his determination and his faith, however blind it was, in himself. Saving people was the only part of his aspirations that she could understand. The part about legacy made no sense to her. People in Elzyon didn't leave legacies, and it wasn't that important to do so. When you died, you died and everyone moved on. Harsh, perhaps, but that's the way it was.


A part of her wanted to believe him about everything, but it simply wasn't rational to believe that something like the walls falling would ever happen. And war? The very talk of such a thing was rare, and disturbing. Certainly nothing she wanted to be part of in the least. Her mind was torn- something that had never happened so strongly until now. She stared, bewildered at the boy while the battle raged inside of her. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him?


"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know who Yin and Yang are, I don't know anything about legacies, and most of all...I do not want to be involved in a war." Khara could feel her hands shaking, playing back all that Charlie had said was making her lose her safe, predictable feelings. She felt like she was burning from the inside out, and that she would surely explode.


"Who are you to tell me who I am? You rudely bump into my sister and then come into our house for dinner one time, and you have the audacity to tell me that I'm different!? That I'm curious and unpopular!?" Khara rose from her seat, glaring angrily at the redheaded boy. "Well you're wrong! You know nothing of me! I belong here, and it's obvious that you don't, so...so... I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Khara finished. She stood her ground, her unrelenting stare fixated on Charlie. Everything had been fine until he came along. Now, Khara was confused and...and feeling confliction, when everything used to be so simple. And even when she struggled before, she was quick to suppress any unwarranted feelings or desires for more than her current life.


"Just...just go. Please," she said, finally coming to her senses and calming. Though even as she said this, even as she was yelling at him without restraint, the funny thing was...it was the only she had done in a long time that actually felt right.

 

[SkyFilms]

Charlie felt his hands loosen from one another and fall to his sides a few seconds when he completed his statement, the girl began to give off an aura one of pure anger and irritation. He bit his lower lip his whole mood and drive flattening, his bubble hadn't just bursted it exploded the small salvageable pieces where destroyed in a small amount of flames.


As her emotions grew his fell, the one person in which he held so much faith in was tearing it up with the use of his words.


The red head dropped his head into his hands and sat there and listened to the girl as she released her words, her anger. He took it all, because he deserved it.


When it seemed her words had met their end, announcing that he should leave he slowly stood his teeth biting his lower lip fiercely as he eyed his scuffed up shoes the toes coated in the dust which fell from the walls cracks.


When he looked up he tried to avoid any eye contact but his gaze fell back onto her orbs involuntarily. He read each emotion and for a moment felt it pulse within himself as well before he finally spoke,


"I am not angry because you speak the truth, I guess everyone can't be born with the small voice in their head telling them to not do something stupid." Charlie chuckled half heartily, he was crushed.


"I respect your spunk and your courage to defend both yourself and your town." He was broken.


"And I will leave as you wish, but if for whatever reason you change your mind though I doubt it." He paused, word had probably gotten around in Lerswui due to Marie's big fat mouth no doubt he'll have a meal of questions with a side of mocking, tonight's special being a new set of jokes.


"I'm going to be standing at the North wall until midnight, you can call whatever security you'd like if you really want me gone right now. But that's where I'll be." But most of all he felt stupid, stupid for having such petty thoughts.


Charlie began stepping a cross the lawn away from the girl but halted looking back over his shoulder to see the brunette before speaking with a sigh.


"Farewell." And with the single word he gave her a simple two fingered salute before leaving quietly towards where he said he'd be.


The North Wall.