Wandering through a Dark World (Garrett)

[Aki Kurosagi]

It was amazing how one can reminice at the end of the world. The world was slowly decaying and despite the fact one needed to help out in matters of repairing a town, there was still quite a bit of time to think and to mourn about what was lost. The town was pretty active at mid morning, a few people out since early hour chatting near the tracks. Those who stayed more in town stayed away from those people, the raiders and others who felt the need to travel. If they even felt the need to be out of the house... The gothically dressed person musing on the past as they looked at the decay of the present had purposely picked this day to go out because it was one of the days when most people weren't out. The official trading days or buying days for most people were the wednesdays but the best deals were about a day before it.

That was why the crossdresser, who normally refused to be out around other people where he could be a danger to them, was out. It wasn't as though Aki travelled much outside of town... That wasn't what made Aki dangerous nor were they infected. Instead... They were high risk and capable of being infected due to one thing they weren't proud of. The rice powder make up that made Aki's skin white also allowed for the danger of inhalation that could lead to infection. It wasn't like Aki would ever be able to tell that they had become some level of infected very easily, infection was apparently very slow and hard to realize until very late stages, but if they found out they would not put anyone in danger from it. They didn't do that now either because they didn't want to endanger a town that had accepted them.

A soft smile crossed the asian's face at the thought. One that slipped away when Aki tripped over one of the tracks. Aki nearly fell over but managed to keep up fairly straight owing to not wearing platform shoes and practice. But the bag Aki was carrying fell. Aki swore quietly, in a voice that was between their male voice and their female voice, before collecting their supplies. Which included a few dresses they had designed and their money. Their actual job was as a counsellor with some work as an art or music teacher... but since Aki designed their own dresses, they figured why not sell a few of the ones they made with the cloth that remained but was too little to use on Aki's outfits. Since Aki was tall a bit of cloth was left over. It worked out to a little bit of exta money or even trading. It was still a little embarrassing having to pick them up from the tracks.

And Aki wasn't very happy about the dirt getting on the clothing. Not only on the clothing Aki was planning on selling on the side but also the clothing they were wearing. Making sure they looked nice was a small vanity they couldn't help but indulge in. It was part of the reason they were a danger to the town and also something that tended to reflect on their actions. For one, when Aki got up again, they couldn't help but start to try to brush off the dirt from the dress obsessively. The crossdresser was bitting their lip in a bit of annoyance, long nails catching on fabric once or twice. Black curls bounced in the quick movement and some of the rice powder flaked a little at the corners of Aki's eyes and mouth from the annoyed expression.

Word count: 617
Muse: Decent
Music: Seether -Something in the way
Notes: Aki was interesting
Outfit: Here

[Garrett Brookefield]

Garrett Brookefield

"So when it's over and I'm on my way back home,I realize I'll be gone in another day, but twenty four hours can last me for months,maybe I can't take this strain.” The hardcore ballad spun in Garrett’s mind as he strolled around Rustboro. It was not quite noon, and he had initially begun the day thinking it would be good to purchase some supplies, but he had quickly abandoned that idea in lieu of gathering further Intel on the inhabitants of the town. In his mind, everyone in the town was hiding something; and it was his job to find out what, and whether such secrets would be harmful to him. Or course, he would never harm one of them, but he needed to know what degree of self-defense would be needed in case of the worst.

Garrett made his way through the village of Rustboro, noting his neighbor’s habits and the inconsistencies in their daily schedules. He passed along Church Street and left it quickly, as no one seemed to be around. Those on Church Street tended to keep to themselves. Garrett rarely saw them outside this early. He would have to make a note for that when he had finished making his rounds. He bypassed the shopping district and found himself at the beginning of the railroad tracks in town. He looked up at the sky and exhaled for a moment. Perhaps it was time he learned more about the mechanic named “boy scout” and the nurse named Kyle. He had enough to worry about without having to deal with constantly wondering how the nurse might plan to cut him up should he get sick. For all he knew she could be a government agent. Could she be using the inhabitants of Rustboro in sickly twisted experiments to find a cure for the disease? Stranger things had happened; And Garrett did not want to take any chances.

Still. It was his civic duty to find out this sort of thing. He stretched and started down the tracks to the clinic. It wouldn’t take too long to get there, and once there, he would have more information for his journal. Yes. This was going to be a highly productive day. He chuckled to himself and sang under his breath. “The intent, I intend the intentions of one will guide..” He heard a sigh of irritation as he walked, and looked up to see a person, only a few feet ahead. They picked a bag off the ground and dusted it off. The form was decidedly female and clad in mostly black as well as platform boots. The fashion statements people made, even in this day and age. The person had curly hair as well, and Garrett felt that it must be a woman, still her back was turned to him, and one could never make assumptions based on appearance. He had learned that. Not wanting to offend, but wanting the material for another entry, he simply walked closer and called out: “Hey there, you all right?”


Word Count: 510

[Aki Kurosagi]

The asian nearly jumped at the voice from behind speaking to them. They managed to resist the jumping urge and instead turned slowly to look at the other person. To Akio's surprise, the man in front of them was the same height. Aki was very happy of the fact they were wearing their rice powder make up at this moment in time because it hid a slight startled blush that raised on the asian's face although the burning of Aki's cheeks could still be felt to themself. It took all the asian could to look into the other person's brown eyes then have their blue eyes look down at the floor or their bag of things. A small smile presented itself on the face of Aki at the considerate question the other person asked even if it wasn't phrased quite as polite as anyone would like it to be.

"I am fine thank you." Aki told them in a quiet voice that was the soft, airy female voice Aki had cultivated combined with a light Japanese accent which hadn't quite vanished in the two years they had lived in the area. It needed work to do and most of the time was airy but it worked well when Aki didn't want to reveal their gender. After all, not everyone was happy to deal with crossdressers, specially selfish ones. Besides.... It was always interesting to see who could guess their gender and who couldn't. Specially considering Aki had a large amount of practice both from starting to crossdress at the age of sixteen and even performing while crossdressed. Combined with the type of outfit Aki was using and it would be a bit more of a challenge for an individual who didn't know Aki to guess about let alone get right.

Aki tilted their head, noticing for the first time that the person they were talking to was not someone they recognized. Either they hadnt met the other person yet or.... "Are you new to town or just wandering through?" Aki asked politely. "I work as a counsellor so I generally know a few people." Know as in having met rather than know as in being friendly with. Sadly Aki didn't trust themself to not endanger those in the town since they already did so. So they did their best to keep a distance from people in town in order not to cause trouble... They didn't want an angry reaction from others or to harm others... Aki rubbed the scars on their wiry muscled arms gently through the fabric of their sleeve, finally looking a little away at the building. Their bag was being held by the other hand.

Word count: 448
Muse: Decent
Music: Washer
Notes: my brother started yelling a little way in about spilling stuff on his computer so this took a bit. sorry.

[Garrett Brookefield]

Garrett Brookefield

The gothic clad person in front of him visibly started. Apparently Garrett’s tread was softer than he had thought. They turned around to face him, and it was his turn to look visibly startled. Blues eyes stared out at him from a powdered white face with decidedly Asian features. These features were also somewhat female. On the other hand Garrett was sure he could see an Adam’s apple. They glanced down at the bag before replying that they were fine in a lilting light voice. Garrett fumbled with his hat. If anything, seeing this person from the front made it harder to figure out it he was talking to a man or a woman. That made him somewhat uncomfortable, and he vowed to make an extra note about this in his journal.

He could pick up traces of an accent, but he wasn’t quite sure where it came from. It was yet another thing about this person that couldn’t be pinned down. In traditional Garrett fashion, he began to think that this person was up to some dastardly deed. Though he couldn’t think of what nefarious plan could be carried out with a bag of clothes. Unless. The clothes were all disguises of some sort. Yes. Yes. That could explain it. Obviously this person was one who changed identities often. The number of people in Rustboro that Garrett could trust was a small one indeed.

The other person tilted their head, and queried whether he was new to the town, or if he was just passing through. Then they remarked that they were a counselor. A counselor? Interesting. “Oh, I’ve been here for a few weeks. The name is Garrett. Ah...pleased to meet you.” He replied, careful to omit any sirs or ma'ams. . “I have a place back there that I don’t tend to leave. And when I do, it’s usually at night." He coughed. “Of course, I’ve been watching them.” He said to himself." I was just walking around the town, and thought I’d see how the clinic was doing.” He glanced at the bag. “What do you have in there? A change of clothes?”


Word Count :352

[Aki Kurosagi]

Aki didn't know if they were bothered or amused by the visible uncomfortableness the other person showed with them. They weren't sure if the man saw through their dress or if it was simply just for dealing with someone dressed up as they were in gothic clothing. Either was the trickster side of Aki was amused but the side of Aki that liked to help people out was slightly bothered. After all, this person was a newer face in town, they didn't want to bother him. All this person was probably doing was just trying to find his way around and meet new people. Still... Perhaps they could give some hints or at least stop hiding it, it was like he needed to hide his gender, he just tended to prefer to because it was funny some of the time and people were more comfortable with females then crossdressers,

When Garret commented that he had been in town for several weeks, Aki blinked. "Guess I have been too good at avoiding people this past little while." Aki commented, letting his voice slip into male mode, which wwas less breathy and deeper than female mode. "I'm Akio Kurosagi but I usually go by Aki." Not really to hide gender but more because he found the nickname cute. He liked the name Aki, it suited him better than Akio. Of course, the other person's name suited them alright, somehow they did seem like a Garret even if the name was not something Aki would've chosen for a person. It's sounded too much like a mmore negative English word. Well... That and Aki liked using Japanese names which could have multiple meanings depending on the kanji. Aki's first name meant bright boy or autumn boy, without that it could be just autumn or bright.

Kurosagi on the other hand meant either black crane or black swindler. It was easy to guess which of the two meanings Aki preferred last name wise. When Garrett commented about only coming out at night the counsellor thought it was rather courageous of the man since that was the time when it was easier for zombies or people turning into zombies to ambush people. But of course it wouldn't be polite to say that since it would probably make the person more paranoid. There was enough paranoia in town without the crossdresser adding to it really. He was more likely to say something nice to someone or avoid bringing up the uncomfortable topic then just saying it. It was an avoidance thing. However... Akio really needed to get over it or he could be a danger to people.

Still... He recognized the signs enough of changing into a zombie that if he found those signs within himself he'd tell someone first then leave town. When asked about the clothing Aki was rereminded of it and lifted the bag up. "Actually... No." Aki told Garrett. "Since I make my own clothing I occasionally have fabric left over specially due to my height. So I make clothing out of that fabric and sell it. Clothing made from the leftover fabric generally doesn't fit me." It was the price of being roughly the same height as this person, a very normal male height but one which uses a lot of cloth, it tend to lead to the six pack of buns eight back of hot dogs sort of scenario unless he did what he did. On the bright side someone could still manage to wear something cute in times such as these and enjoy it other than him. So he wasn't that bothered about the use of the extra fabric.

Word count: 609
Muse: Decent
Music: N/A
Notes: Akio wasn't really sure how to continue on anything.