You heading my way?

[Joel Isaac Levi]

He had recently slipped out of the embrace of the sandman, his side aching from the wood structure of the old carriage drawn by the old horse, drawn by the equally archaic old man. He was the only thing in the carriage that did not have a visible countdown on it. Well him and Skae'thin but at the time she seemed to be asleep, coiled round and round his arm as she so tended to do. It had gotten to the point that without her there he felt a certain lacking and in his mind was a bit off balance. Despite her heavy weight it seems that every time she precariously perched herself just right to make it easier on him. His body suddenly rose as did the cart for a second and when he came down he came down lower than before and not in the cart but outside onto the hot dirt. It appears the spokes on the wheel were not meant to last very long and thus the wheel layed in a splintery mess. The driver stepped out and swore with his old raspy mouth as he saw it. He said that he would bring back help and that his horse was only strong enough to carry himself. Yes... of course Joel responded in a bit of a foul mood as he watched the horse trot off with the old man atop him.

Hours passed and somehow the heat grew to higher temperatures than ever before. He had unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. His skin covered in a sheen of sweat and fearing dehydration. His arm ached from having raised it in the universal hitchhiking sign. A thumbs up to the other side of the road. But would anyone come and rescue him?

[isamu]

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The sun was burning down onto the carriage. Isamu felt pretty lucky to be able to travel in a carriage since he was only a middle class nineteen year-old. This was also one of the very few times he'd been able to travel out of the city without going to see some relative. And of course it was made all the better because he was traveling with his close friend, Sora.

He slid his hands between the cloth curtains of the carriage; parting them as a ray of sunshine nearly blinded him, glistening brightly off his golden locks and making the back roots seem darker. His smooth white skin glowed in the morning sun. He hadn’t been able to sleep much from all the rocking of the carriage. He leaned forward, his knee on the bench and the other land in a standing position. He stuck his head out the window and looked behind them. He could see the city anymore. He hadn’t been able to for a while now. He coughed as a cloud of dust billowed up in his face from the clattering of the draft’s hooves. He squinted his eyes and looked up. Past the bobtails of the cream drafts he could see someone on the side of the road.

“Hey, Sora, look there,” he said, turning his head to look at her. The silver cloth band around his face was slightly dusty, and he brushed his fingers over it to clean it off as he pointed. “There’s someone wanting a ride.”

“Well I don’t think you should let him, he could be some mad-man,” came Umasi’s voice from just behind the window. She’d be trotting along side the carriage for a while. The doe was too large to ride with them.

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[SORA JUNE MONROE]

Sora groaned softly as she began to adjust the dress she wore. She hated wearing them and would've much rather preferred her normal outfit- a pair of slacks with a sleeveless top and her normal ballerina flats. It felt odd having to go out and wear the skintight dress that made her feel uncomfortable and have an itch in a place where she shan't. She grumbled under her breath and began to fidgit in the seat so she could keep her dress from making her panties ride up and give her a wedgie.

Sora was not used to the quietness of the countryside because she rarely ventured out of the city and rarely ventured in a carriage at all. She was used to the bustling city streets, crowded with people going to and from work and she was used to the loudness of a room filled with little children whom she taught how to read and write and the basics of arthimatic, like 2+2 and so forth. Sora placed a piece of her odd pink colored hair, which she had been born with behind her ear before turning to at her closest fgriend, Isamu.

She used the excuse of coming over to his to to look out the window to fix her dress, which had ridden up fo far that she thought it would be stuck.

"I hate this thing"

she muttered this to herself before she looked out the window. The man didn't seem of much danger, but she saw Riku's distrusting face. She chosed to ignore it and moved away from the window to a window that connected them to the front of the carriage.

"Driver, please pul lover to pick up that man"

she stated this calmy and carefully so the man would understand before sitting back down, tapping her hand on her knee as she felt him change directions. Once they arrived she opened the door for him, smiling.

"Hello good sir, may I ask where you are headed?"

Sora cocked her head to the side has she observed him. He wasn't ugly, definitely, and he possessed something that attracted her attention. She moved back to allow him inside before closing the door, still awaiting an awnser from him. She hoped to god she had been right and he wasn't a rapist or something.

"Oh I am so sorry for being rude, I am Sora and this is my friend, Isamu"

She smiled at him has she stated this before crossing her legs, placing her heads delicately atop her knee and atop each other.

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[Joel Isaac Levi]

lady luck seemed to be smitten with this man's soul as luck would have that a carriage at his most dire of moments became his savior. His eyes sparkled with hope for a singular second it appeared that the carriage was up to building standards and to say the least a bit more well fournished than his old if he could call it confidently a carriage. He gather his bearings briefly then boarded the carriage one black leather clad foot at a time. The harsh sun surrendered silently and the rays ceased to beat down upon his body. Before fulling facing the guests he nodded gratefully to the driver for stopping. Surely he would survive now.

As his second step struck the floor of the carriage he swooned into his seat graciously given to him by the group of travelers he realized he might have been a trifle lightheaded. He barely felt Skae'thin slide to his leg shifting no doubt to the ground seekign cool shelter yet remaining hopefully hidden. I dont quite think you know just how grateful I am to you He adressed to the blond haired and the pink haired group. He studied at first the appearance of the person sitting next to him.

A beautiful to say it in the least amount of words young lady who looked around his age maybe shy a year or in the lead by a year. She had of all things a pink set of hair, from what lineage this came from he could hardly imagine. But as his eyes slowly subtly shifted south his attention became for focused on her alluring dress. It was skin tight and displayed fully her various types of curves fully. His eyes were just safe of being glued as he felt his pet move once more, possible having an itch.

To the next passenger he averted his attention to, Blonde hair this one had. It appeared this carriage was a cornocopia of hair colors. But what set this man apart was the curious strand of thread across his face. Perhaps he had a cut of some sort? He found himself almost staring again before he realized how uncouth he was being.

Forgive me for not having given introductions immediately. I am Joel, Joel Levi for what it is worth and I sincerely thank you for rescuing me from that barren wasteland. As for where I am heading... I dont really so much have a particular destination in mind but I do seem to frequently travel. I suppose I am a bit of a nomad. He smiled a weak smile and looked down to see his shirt was wide open, they probably could not see it through his already flushed face but he was a bit embarrassed having not noticed it and began buttoning it.