The Perfect Mistake :: OPEN ::

[chizue]

The light blazed down into my mysteriously light blue eyes before I pulled out the round edged Aviators that i had bought just days ago at a small outlet mall down the street from my one bedroom apartment. They had a light shade of pink that disabled the sun from glowing any further into my sun stricken eyes. The golden rims shined as I walked through the main road, nodding my head to a few passing strangers that gave me a smile, or quietly whispered a hello. I ran my thin, but long fingers through my extremely blonded hair, that reached an almost white color. The slim, fragile, human body that i bore was covered by a pair of light blue jeans, and a white wife beater. My feet moved gracefully with the black, slightly heeled stilettoed shoes that I wore that day.

I walked into a small corner store, where I was met by a brown eyed, grey haired woman, who tossed me a smile with broken, and missing teeth. In my head I gave her a disgusted look but hid it away as I smiled back, my pearly whites straight, and beautiful with a grin so fake that even I could barely stand it. I tossed my sunglasses to the top of my head, pulling my side-swiped bangs back with them. Her face brightened as the let out a small awe-struck sigh and pounced in words to amazement. "Well aren't you just a picture of perfection." She said it with a smile so wide that it made my stomach curl. Her wrinkled, old lips curled showing decay and rotting teeth, below and above red, and swollen gums. "Oh, well thank you very much." My smooth Russian voice rang out in a way that made her look so dangerous, lusting for my beauty, something that i doubted myself about quite often.

As I left, sliding the sun protectors down to brace my keen eyes, I turned and with a dashing smile, and a small wave I said good bye, leaving the woman in a dream, only her imagination could conjure. I walked further down the road. A man selling coffee smiled at me, though he was quite handsome, his eyes seemed suspicious. His grin was a beautiful sight but as he called me over with a slight cruelty in his tone, I walked by, not wanting some creature, that only saw the beauty on the outside. He was only in for one thing anyways, sex. I, however, wished, dreamed of something more. Some one who I could trust fully, some one with a good heart. When i look into most people's eyes I see lust, and wanting, wanting to be me, or wanting to take me, and sometimes, like the man who was now cursing me under his breath, wanting to use me. I needed some one who just wanted me, but unlike me, most humans were oblivious, jealous, and most of all, only cared for themselves. No, not me, I grew up learning from my old aunt that there was more. She had taught me to look into the eyes of strangers, to see who they truly were on the inside, no matter their looks on the outside. "I can find that some day, maybe not now, but definitely some day." I whispered quietly to myself, but loud enough for unexpected strangers to hear.

[rayna]

Cowboy boots in Europe. That really wasn't working. Even a country boy like myself knew that. Despite the lack of a diverse background they had taught me to at least read, in fact I was somewhat literate despite my inadequacy where modern technology was concerned. Then again there was no desire to become well versed in all of that shining plastic crap. I prefered letters to emails, anyday. Who gave a rat's *** if it took longer? I certainly didn't. The effect that letters have are far more potent - whether good or bad one may know with some certainty that the writer of said note took a moment out of their endlessly packed scheduled just to send something your way.

Call me sentimental and foolish but it hardly even warrants me to brush aside a poorly placed verse. Why was I here? Russia...Russia. Oh yes, back in the pueblos there had been whispers about the beginning of my race and all things traced back to this place. Frankly I was more lost now than I could ever be without an identity or knowledge of my past. Since when was it a prudent move for a full grown hick werecat to go parading around Saint Petersburg? I had been told that this was not exactly the direct home front - which was fine. I couldn't speak Russian and had no contacts to speak of. Frowning lazily as I picked my way through the crowds and began to get further away from the main portion of the city.

This break from the masses was a necessity - rural places were my forte, not the massive black holes that are sometimes referred to as cities. Sure there are plenty of ladies, poolhalls, beers and fights to be had but when I'm not looking to paint the down red what use are any of those things? None. I could never make a dwelling out of such a place. The smell alone would drive me insane. Frankly I hadn't come across a human that I honestly thought smelled good. I thought I smelled good. I never wore cologne. Deoderant, yes, but I never covered the rich masculine scent that was inherenent my species.

As I plodded down the street, I eyed my current attire with something akin to disdain - tennis shoes, jeans, a tshirt and a ball cap turned backwards to finish the ensemble. I looked a bit too...strange. I didn't look like me to say the least. These clothes were simply a guise to keep myself from dying. Which I submitted was more important than setting a trend with my breakthroughs in Western fashion. Smirking mildly at myself, I tipped my skull slightly - moving the aviatars back on my nostril bridge though it would appear I had confronted some woman glancing at me from across the street. As her brows ascended flirtaciously the man beside her, assumedly her spouse, began to turn a beet red and move towards me.

Cursing under my breath, I had not come here to start something - the will to square my shoulders and wipe the floor with him was pushed away and I glanced about me - somewhat frantic. Table, store, girl. Girl! She was a little bit to the right but still in the general direction of the two humans I had confronted. Groaning internally, I reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. What a way to appear like someone who assaults people, Tom. Good job. Pulling her gently to my side, I indicated her with another dip of my skull and a meek smile to the man who had begun to close in. The disgruntled individual seemed to comprehend my antics and stopped short, still appearing quite sour before he made his way back to his promiscuous wench.

Gulping now, I debated whether or not the trouble I was about to be in was worth the trouble I had ducked out of. Then again, the male in me said no woman...Wait. But this was no woman. Ah hell. Immediately unhanding her, I stepped back and gazed apologetically towards her, clearing my throat. "Apologies. But clearly you see my motives." A swift glance directed to the couple who was now venturing away was risked to indicate what I meant before I stared back at her, warm oculi not bending to plead but certainly not arrogant either.

[chizue]

Travelling these streets was one thing I had done frequently n my youth. My father was a general in our Russian army, but was murdered for trying to save those of the feline race. I was never prejudice towards anyone, nor would I ever be. There were few I disliked, but I was never sure how I would have reacted to this strange race of beings. I continued my walk down the streets of St. Petersburg until I was frantically pulled aside, feeling heat build between the thin space between myself and a stranger.

His voice wrang through my ears as his apologies made me glance in the direction that his eyes had peirced. He let go of my arm, but I could still feel the gentle grip were his hand had once been. The woman and man were walking away from us, but she kept looking back to him and I smiled, tilting my head slighty to rest on his shoulder. "Yes, I most certainly do. Just play along and take my hand." I clasped onto his hand with my bag in the other.

I gently pulled him down the street to a cafe. The couple had stopped. They must have been waiting to see what we would do. I slicked my sunglasses on the top of my skull and smiled at him. "People in this town aren't shy. I can tell you're not from around here. I'm Czarina, and you are?" My friendly Russian accent sounded out towards him as I smiled looking straight at him. His eye's showed no harm towards me, so at that point, I felt no danger.

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[rayna]

The fact that I had so casually taken advantage of her was somewhat entertaining but at this point it was becoming clear to me that she did not truly object to me. How kind. I could only think pleasing thoughts of such an amiable sort of person, although too much sugar can cause a toothache. A brow ascended quietly as she smiled, taken aback by her acceptance of my apology as well as an offering to save my hide for certain. As her light skull tipped to lounge so unceremoniously against the sloped comfort of my shoulder I could only guess at what I had gotten myself into.

Honestly felines were all too quick to pair up. Perhaps it was in the breeding to make us compliant. I had done a bit of subtle research on how our living had been – my ancestors’ living that is. My own childhood was pretty classic. They had paired random cats together to make better mixtures and help evolve the species. How archaic of them, really. Attempting not to roll my eyes at the thought I was brought back to the present by the honey sound of her voice.

Take my hand. Ahgawd. As she seemed to fulfill her own command I allowed myself to be quietly whisked away, although the man in me said that this was just a ruse and that honestly why be tied down by romantic notions? I hadn’t spoken since my apology – there were really no words to fit the mood I was in right now. I had most definitely gotten into something I had not planned on. Wandering down the streets in such companionship made me pity the envious glances I received by some of the Russian pedestrians. How misunderstood we must be. Too bad.

As we arrived at our “destination”, I casually offered her a seat, pulling it out before taking my own as well. Leaning back casually into the back of the chair, an elbow rested on the thin distorted glass of the tabletop. ”James.” I replied simply, though my accent hung on the word like a sore thumb. It didn’t seem to bother me – I enjoyed the rich warmth of home it brought everywhere with me. As for people not being shy in this town I could only smirk. ”Where I come from there’s a certain level of reservation and chivalry in place.” It was meant simply as a neutral remark to add to her observation.

As a busy looking waitress appeared, her dark hair worn in a large disheveled bun held together by a chewed pen. She held a small pad of paper and cocked her hips as she waited for them to snap an order at them. I could only offer a lopsided smirk at her clear discomfort with already having waited a whole five seconds. ”Ladies first.” I directed her towards Czarina with a quiet chuckle at her obvious dismay at not having been given a good swift answer that would send her on her way.

Call me rude or whatever you’d like but I personally loved toying with employees who hated when they were made to do their jobs. It was just a bliss in life that I could not seem to pass up. Not very well in any case. Blinking slowly, I glanced at the blonde across from me before my stare wandered out towards the street and over those who also dined at the quaint little café. It was a pretty place to be found in such a…bad…place for our kind to be. What in heaven’s was she doing here anyway? Something like me perhaps. A glutton for punishment.

[chizue]

I realize that he had taken some sort of advantage on me, but clearly I hadn't taken it that way. He didn't seem the kind to take true advantage of some one, especially some one of my sort. A rich human girl. People in this town thought of me as a prissy little girl because of the way I walked, and even talked. They never took the chance to really get to know me and realize my true nature. I was loving, and caring, too much so in fact. I was used to getting taken advantage of, but for some reason, I didn't have that feeling, that awful feeling you get when you realized what had just happened.

At that moment, I hadn't picked up on the fact that I was sitting across a small table with that of the feline breed. He looked human, acted human, and had this gorgeous accent as his name wrang through my ears. James. I let my eyes shine at the word chivalry. "Chivalry? Now what in the world is that?" Sarcasm filled the Russian accent as my voice chimed with a sweet laugh afterwards. Of course I was aware of what the word meant, though I hadn't been so lucky a girl to actually find someone chivalrous. My luck with men hadn't been so good as of late. Losers, and bad boys were just attracted to me. It would be nice to find some one with a little princely charm about them.

I watched the waitress swirve over. She was disgruntled with her hatred for this tiny cafe. I hadn't needed to work, but when I worked, I felt happier. The rush of the job, the people surrounding me, it made me feel not so alone. "I'll just have a regular coffee, please." I let out a sweet smile to her hoping to brighten her day alittle, but it hadn't work. She looked to James in a rushed sort of way, wanting nothing more than to be done and out of our sights. I shrugged with annoyance but kept my face bright as I looked back to James. It had seemed like he had been toying with her, but I was unsure of what he was thinking, so I left the thought in my head.

So, what are you doing in good old St. Petersburg anyways?" I asked subtly after the waitress had went on her way. It was strange for a visitor such as himself to come through such a small part of St. Petersburg. "Are you from here or something? We don't get many visitors in this place." Perhaps I was eluding deeper into his life than I should have, but I was purely interested in finding out why he was here. If I had been made into one of the feline breed I would have already been dead. Curiousity killed the cat, as they say.

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