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Post by Ria Kah Bao on Jan 22, 2010 14:50:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ria Kah Bao on Jan 23, 2010 23:31:13 GMT -8
the stars on my skin map the places i've been • [/sup] •ღRia Kah Bao[/center] T[/color] he alien smiled when she saw an expression of glee creep across Fiver’s face. It was nice for a change to see him happy and not yelling. Yelling scared her. It was nice for a change to see him happy, because happy people usually didn’t lash out at aliens that had a habit of hiding in shadowy corners and sneaking up on unsuspecting musicians.
She too looked at the glowing sphere that was floating in the space between herself and Fiver. It had a calming effect on almost everyone that came across it, which is why it is in high demand on Pax. Paxi women didn’t have a few children, they had litters. The average size for a family was seventeen, and the children didn’t have a close bond with their parents. Sure, everyone was looked after but they couldn’t rely on those that had bore them for entertainment, so the children would spend most of their first year with their brothers and sisters in the underground caverns they called home surrounded by toys and knick knacks.
All the children had been fine with this arrangement as they too did not feel the need for motherly compassion, but Ria was different somehow. Ria needed her mother’s arms around her, to stare into a loving face, and who could blame her? She was a toddler who had not known the love of her parents. This was just how the Paxi race was. Not Ria. Ria was different. That’s why at just a Paxi year old, she left the planet. She was required to grow up in a hurry, but she gained a new and loving family. She was home.
Drowning in her memories, Ria had not realised that Fiver’s expression had changed. It was no longer warm and happy, it no longer resembled a member of the human race with caring and happy emotions. He looked angry again.
Oh well. The illusion of happiness had lasted as long as it could, but it seemed that façade had faded when Ria wasn’t paying close attention. Angry words spouted from his mouth, and Ria flinched with every sharp syllable. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to anger and frustration, but it didn’t mean that it hurt any less to be yelled at.
It seemed everyone on Earth was angry at something, and it seemed Ria was no exception to this. Fiver talked and talked, yelling at her, angry at every little thing that she did, and this aggravated her. In a voice that was hard to believe it came from such a petite and shy woman, she vented her anger at Fiver in what people on Earth called yelling.
“Stop it.” The voice was quiet at first before Ria could gain the confidence to yell at someone. She had never tried it before, but Humans did it so much that it wasn’t that hard to imitate.
“Just stop it!” Granted, it wasn’t impossibly loud, but it got her point across by twisting her face into an expression that matched her voice. “Stop talking to me like I don’t matter. I may be an alien, but that doesn’t give you the... right to talk to me like that.” It was a strong sentence apart from a pause to find the appropriate word. After all, English wasn’t her first language.
“I don’t know why you say these hurtful things, but I know that it is not just me that you speak to like this. No one likes you, and it’s not hard to see why, with the way that you treat people. You may be smarter than most people, but it doesn’t mean that you’re an important person.” No stutters or pauses that time. Anger fuelled her as she spoke, but she knew for sure that she was going to be thrown in the vault with the weevils for this outburst, to rot or at least be pulled apart by the vicious aliens. Damn. She was starting to really like Torchwood to. She already knew her fate, so she might as well finish shouting at Fiver. Ria raised a hand to swat the Paxi toy in his direction, her handprint glowing a deep blue on the glass like material before slowly fading as it floated slowly towards the man in front of her.
“Keep it. At least it’s one thing on this planet that you won’t yell at and... a... abuse.” And with that, she mentally bit a farewell to her future career that she could have had here on earth, in Torchwood.
“And I live in the bottom floor. It’s where my room is.”
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