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Post by olleyloo2 on Sept 16, 2010 14:15:31 GMT -5
Oh that had been embarrassing. Her arm, not connected to Spencer, reached up to try and adjust her hair. That had been a fright, and it would be quite terrible if she had startled herself so badly her extensions fell out. But that was good—he was agreeing. She nodded whole heartedly, “Oh yes. I’m much more of a dog person, though I do have a soft spot for kitten. But this was like. A behemoth of a cat, like. Three feet long. I think it could have been a cougar.” She made a motion of looking over her shoulder, then down. What a good dog—any other dog would have probably bolted for it.
“Okay! And if you feel like just talking about it, it doesn’t bother me either.” She said decidedly, before bursting out in a bubbly laughter when he flexed. It was a laugh that was almost blinding—that that made you think of bells, and chimes, and sunny days. Bursts of light, and probably literal bubbles. “I would flex too, but I have squishy arms. I don’t want to embarrass myself.” Ziggy was small and petite. Slender, but she did enjoy food, which made her probably softer, instead of boney. No rib cages would be showing here, and her hip bones didn’t protrude. Soft. And maybe just a little squishy.
Somehow—Ziggy doubted the dog was tired however. And Pickles seemed to second her train of thought with his whine, and his expression. She was about to object, then he said he’d show her what yellow felt like. Excitedly, she gave a single little skip, “Okay! Show me, show me!” She chirped, staring up at his face. He couldn’t see her, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an absurdly massive grin on her face.
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Post by pc on Sept 17, 2010 2:41:02 GMT -5
Ziggy's excitement was unmistakable, and this gave Spencer a pleasant little stir in his belly. His mind raced quickly, as to how best to execute his plan. "Alright, but you have to trust me." He found her wrist nimbly and put Pickles's leash into her hand. The dog gave another confused whimper, but sat next to Ziggy none-the-less. Since Spencer had gotten Pickles the dog was protective of him, especially when Spencer's blindness was new to him. Setting down his guitar case, he dug out his collapsible walking cane and a bandanna from it's front zipper pocket.
In truth, Spencer did not enjoy using the walking stick. It was far less inconspicuous than simply walking (or more being walked by), and he could feel the worlds penetrating stares. Still, even just knowing her a short time, Spencer knew Ziggy was worth a few nosy glances. He approached her with the fox glove blue bandanna, and folded it into a long rectangle. "Lemme just..." He reached carefully for her face, remembering how tall she measured herself to him. Ziggy's skin was soft and warm, ad he tried to touch her as little as possible, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or embarrassed. Gently he wrapped the bandanna around her eyes, careful not to knot her hair. "You're eyes will ruin it. Don't worry, Pickles will guide you. But you hafta trust him." Spencer gave Pickles a scratch behind the ear.
Putting his guitar case back on his chest, he tapped the ground gingerly with his walking stick. The taps told him the difference between the pavement and the grass, and when the stick tapped the soft ground he gave a gentle whistle for Pickles to come front. Continuing forward, knowing Pickles to be a good boy, he walked out further into the grass.His steps were small, mostly so that he would not run into a random picnicker. As he passed under the canopy of trees he felt the suns bright warmth, and heard the children laughing and playing in a nearby park. Yes, he could see it, behind his world of darkness.
Yellow.
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Post by olleyloo2 on Sept 17, 2010 2:55:45 GMT -5
Trust a complete stranger. She was friendly with just about everyone, but nervous with trusting them. Somehow, she found herself completely relaxed as he told her to trust hm. She was slightly uncomfortable when he passed Pickles’ leash to her, and she looked down at the dog, reaching down to give him a careful pet. She held very still, not to disorient Spencer.
She closed her eyes when she saw the bandana come out, and took a careful breath. Something closing in on her, she didn’t like it. It felt like the walls collapsed straight down on her, and she would suffocate. She forced the sensation from her mind as he tied the bandana around her eyes. Ziggy began to breath just a little faster, her hands shifting on the leash as her palms began to sweat. Though, she didn’t want to alarm Spencer, and coaxed a peaceful smile onto her face.
“Okay.” She said simply, not trusting her own voice, not with her nerves beginning to take a nosedive straight into the ground. She stood carefully when she heard the quiet tapping of the cane. She took ginger steps when the dog moved, wobbling slightly. She was a klutz already, last thing she wanted to do was crush Pickles. Her skin was cool under the canopies, and came to a halt when Spencer did. Her hands trembled a bit, wanting to rip the blindfold off of her eyes and take deep breaths of cool air. And she waited for the color.
Rachel Ziggy Ella was this close from having a total panic attack. Until she felt it. And everything clicked in her head. She wasn’t in the cool cover of the trees anymore. Her pale skin was warming under the sun, and her ears focused onto the happy sounds surrounding them. An odd pair they must have looked like. Her fingers itched, aching to remove the blindfold, he wouldn’t know the difference if she pulled it off. But she’d be cheating him of something, and he had, after all, said to trust him. So the blindfold would remain into place, until he told her to take it off.
Instead, she focused on the warmth, and sounds. Instead of her lack of sight, or the sensation of something on her face. She let out a quiet relaxed sigh under her breath, her shoulders extremely tense. But nevertheless, she felt it. Yellow. "This is amazing, Spencer," She said, very quietly, steadying her voice not to give her away, "This is how you feel the world?"
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Post by pc on Sept 18, 2010 10:17:39 GMT -5
Her voice was stiff, but the sigh was relaxed. It was not so strange, in all actuality. "Only for yellow." The sun would feel nice to anyone, even with their eyes. But the loss of sight would also be discerning to anyone. Sight was like a warm comfortable blanket. It was a favored sight because it was easy. He smiled at her, but then remembered she couldn't see. The thought brought Spencer to his childhood, when his blindness was so new.
Mimicking Chloe David's movements from years before, he gently took Ziggy's wrists, and placed her hands onto his face. Right on his cheeks. "Can you feel that?" Her fingers were slighter, daintier than his which sat on top of hers. His cheeks were stretched upward in a smile. "That's a smile." Suddenly he made an exaggerated frown, though his lips still threatened a smile. "That's a frown. Though not a very good one. Real ones are graver."
"Of course, your cheating a bit." His voice was lightly teasing, his own hands lifting of her own hands and pulling her bandanna mask down so she could see that he was smiling again. All the same, he didn't move her hand. "You already saw my face. It's far less interesting for you to see someone like I do, when you can see them like you do. Though I must say I like my way. In order for me to see someone I have to know them well enough to touch their face, which means seeing strangers is rare." His fingers burned, and he had the urge to see her face. Of course they were still strangers. But with that thought, he wondered what had inspired this little exercise.
It would seem that Ziggy was quite easy to talk to, which meant he would have to exert some self control.
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Post by olleyloo2 on Sept 18, 2010 12:45:44 GMT -5
Curiouser, and curiouser. At the touch of his hands though, every ounce of panic and fear from her irrational phobia scattered. She felt his face under her small hands, and smiled also, though her cheeks were burning a brilliant pink. She suddenly looked a little startled when she felt the muscles and skin shift under her hands into a frown, and she laughed.
Her fingers stayed in place, when his left hers, and tugged the bandana down. She blinked a few times and squinted to adjust to the light, her hands dropping to her neck momentarily, blinded in a completely different way. “Seeing a face, and feeling a face is completely different. Someone could see your face enough to memorize it. But to feel it, know how it changes, every crevice, it’s something that takes a long time. Whether you have sight or not.” She stared at him, and then quickly pulled her hands from his neck, with a flush of color in her face. She pulled the bandana off, and tucked it into his pocket for a moment, then took his hands in her tiny ones.
“Well. I’m not a stranger. We’re friends now, Spencer dear, so get use to it. Meet my face.” She grinned naturally, and carefully places his hands on her small face. “That’s a smile.” She mimicked, though she wasn’t able to pull off a frown, her cheeks seemed to be stuck in a smile. She closed her eyes, so he wouldn’t accidentally poke her in the eyes. Everything about Ziggy physically seemed small. From her 5-foot-exact face, to her tiny hands, her small, round face. Though, people didn’t exactly acknowledge how small Ziggy was. Her personality was bigger than life. Big things, as Ziggy proved, really did come in small packages.
And yet, Spencer seemed to make her mellow. Bubbly and excited at first, and now very calm. Like a normal human being. Overloading Ziggy with wonder, and mystery, that didn't give her enough time to sit on a ramble.
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Post by pc on Sept 20, 2010 5:56:40 GMT -5
She invited him to see her face, and Spencer could not be more pleased. Her cheeks, he could tell first and foremost, were warm. As he was sure Ziggy was not running a fever, he could only assume that this was a blush. The idea that he had made a girl like Ziggy blush pleased him, and his stomach did a rather happy flip. "Well, lets see here..." He mused allowed, lifting his palms off her face and replacing them with the tips of his fingers.
She had lovely high cheek bones, Spencer decided, with a slightly pointed chin that gave her face the look of a heart. Her nose, as he explored gingerly, was untouched, apparently suffering no breaks in the past. Her skin was smooth, unblemished by pimples (which, while not a person who puts much weight in looks, pleased him). Her cupids bow was sweet, and her lips... A pink blush tinged his cheeks as his fingers rested for a moment on her full lips. No anomalies, no peculiarities. He decided she was beautiful.
"Hrmmm, maybe I should check your back for wings..." He said grinning, though his brows were knitted, in a soft almost whisper of a voice. In truth, he was suddenly nervous. Loved music. More adorable than a kitten in a bonnet. Pretty as sin. There had to be something wrong with her... Thinking over what he had just said, ALLOWED, his blush grew deeper. Pf course he'd say something cheesy like that! Of course! Just call him Mozzarella Stick Von Cheddar, because he just laid on the cheese like it was nobodies business! Well, might as well own up to it. "Wow... that was kinda cheesy. Might as well have said: Hey I lost my cell phone number, can I have yours..." Spencer gave a nervous chuckle, feeling like a total dweeb.
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Post by olleyloo2 on Sept 20, 2010 9:45:58 GMT -5
It was hard for Ziggy to remain still while he touched her face. It was unbearably impossible, and his touch was incredibly soft. Which caused her cheeks to warm up further. She was a little embarrassed when his fingers moved over her nose—she had always been certain her nose was a bit larger than she would have liked.
Her fingers gripped his wrists carefully, to pull his hands back while her head dipped down in absolute laughter. Her tiny frame shaking with the sound, gasping for air. “You really just asked that didn’t you?” She said through her laugh, before releasing his wrists, and putting her head back into place, just incase he wasn’t finished looking. She watched him blush, which made her grin to the point of her cheeks aching. “It was kind of cheesy. And speaking of phone numbers,” Her head turned slightly, “If I say, wanted to see you again. How would I get a hold of you?”
(( SORRY ITS SO SHORT. D: ))
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