lost in a gallery (again?)

[wordsidk]

Who: Ib and open to any
What: Ib arrives and stares at things, student art, people... the usual
Where: main building, art wing
When: Friday, anytime

Blinking, Ib looks around from the end of the hall. She'd managed to find her way back here after meeting a floating hand which gave her a key and class list. Which was strange. Mostly she just stared at it, really confused and took the things it handed here. There wasn't reason to refuse. Now with those things in her pockets she'd gone back to the beginning to try to make sense of this situation.

What was she doing? And where... is she?

It's hallway someplace in a school. Ib had never been to a school, she was home schooled her whole life but she knows what one looks like.

In this hall there are art pieces on display. She stares up a painting for a minute almost like she's waiting for something to happen. When nothing does she moves to the next one. Standing close and staring at it, trying to make out a title or a signature. Something.

As for what she was doing before she had ended up here: she was looking at a painting. That would explain what she's doing here now.

This would all seem very familiar, perhaps in the back of her mind it still does but she's not sure why... Is it that moment at the gallery when she couldn't remember what she was doing? That has to be it. Only her parents won't come find her this time.

Comments

[vianca]

And there, at the end of the hall, was another little girl. One that looked very much like Ib herself. Red skirt, Red eyes staring over at her intently. She was smaller though, and her long hair was a very contrasting white to Ib's brown.

While Ib was looking at the artwork in the halls, Vianca was looking at her.

[wordsidk]

It takes a moment for that feeling of being watched to sink in. A strange and familiar feeling. Once it gets to a point that she can't ignore anymore, Ib turns and she stares right back.

Just staring. There's no discernible expression on her face.

[vianca]

Well that made two of them.

Staring was one of Vianca's special talents. She continued to do so, pondering to herself why she seemed familiar. Had she seen her before? It might have been likely.

[wordsidk]

As it is Ib's.

The hall is filled with silence and staring. Ib is not going to be the first one to speak. For a moment she breaks eye contact to glace to the side - is there something the other girl wants?

[roses_are_blue]

Hey Ib.


Guess what?


There was a man walking down the hallway and into one of the art rooms. His art classroom...which he came to to get supplies. Even if it was summer and not in actual use, all those supplies were going to be well loved. Afterall, the board was nice to supply them.

He hummed to himself as he went about his business.

Do you follow it?

[wordsidk]

Follow a stranger in a strange place?


Sure, why not.

Might lead to some answers.

She doesn't follow him into the classroom. She sees him go in so she walks over the doorway and peaks in. That's all, there's a little girl just watching him do his thing.

1/2

[roses_are_blue]

Garry wasn't so akin to sensing the quiet. It was always quiet in here now. He took the supplies he needed and turned around with a box of stuff.

...Hm-?

2/2

[roses_are_blue]

And now the box and its contents were on the floor.

He put a hand to his mouth, as if to calm his surprise. He knew that face anywhere.

"Ib...Ib, you're back?"

[wordsidk]

With the sudden loud noise of the box hitting the floor she ducks back around the door-frame. Did she cause that? Should she apologize for startling him?

It sounded like he knows her. He knew her name and said she was back... This is just raising more questions, not bringing answers.

She turns the corner again, this time to really look at his face.

"... Back?" She asks, tilting her head.

[roses_are_blue]

Oh no. Didn't this feel familiar...Ib. Had she forgotten again?

Horrible. For this to have happened and for Garry to be used to it ALREADY.

This shouldn't be the norm...so Garry got quiet.

"Ib...don't tell me you forgot again. It's me, Garry?"

This had happened before, but the feeling of dread was still in his heart. And his voice.

[wordsidk]

Okay so this person really is talking like they know each other and that she'd been here before. But she can't remember that.

What's going on?

Ahh this is weird. She doesn't know what to say. She stares at him and then slowly shakes her head.

[obfuskate]

It was rare for Shadow to be in his human guise, but given the way his average body had taken a beating, he had been curious to see how it had affected his alternate state. Upon changing today, however, he felt fine. In fact, he felt as if nothing had harmed him in the past at all. All scars on his person were gone, vanished. He was pristine and perfect, just as he should be.

He found it a decent idea to stay this way for a while.

Therefore, he stands at this very moment, eyeing art displays and examining peculiar paintings, his hands hidden in the pockets of his trench. Looking at expert pieces of artwork inspires him, let alone the way it calms him down. Given his turbulent emotions at times, he comes here frequently, solaced by the presence of unleashed creativity and cute little girls.

Or-

Wait, no. That's not right, but there is a girl standing there. She even seems lost, reading her expression as if she's dazed and confused. He could easily be wrong, but...

Well, needless to say, he has a soft spot for children. A very secret, very subtle soft spot. Not biased because of his former best friend being a young, innocent girl, no. That'd be silly.

He steps behind her, ears prickled and awaiting a response to his approach:

"You should find your parents."

So says Captain Obvious.

[wordsidk]

Suddenly she's not alone with the painting and other art pieces. Ib turns to look up at him but other than that she doesn't seem to have much of a reaction.

"I'm trying to."

[obfuskate]

That answers every single question in his mind. So, this girl is alone, she is lost, she cannot find her parents, and... it furthers his hunch that she might not even be from here.

Shadow kneels down, meeting her eyes with his own at level. He's surprisingly gentle, unlike the manner he treats a large majority of the school's creatures with.

"Do you know where you are, or where you saw them last?"

[wordsidk]

Ib nods.

"It's a school."

She reaches into the pocket of her skirt and produces her class list info.

[obfuskate]

Oh no. This means-...

Shadow feels the lightest tug of sympathy in his heart, yet his face remains stern. Belting out emotions - let alone stirring emotions at all - won't do anything. Besides, it isn't as if he pays much attention to his own feelings anyway. They're not the forefront.

"Were you... brought here without indication, by any chance?"

He hopes the answer is a no, but, well... he also thinks that's asking for too much.

[paletteknife]

"Iiiib!!"

The delighted cry echoed down the hall the second Mary turned the corner. Even though it had been quite some time since she'd seen her, how could she forget her first and bestest best friend?

"Ib!" She called again, practically skipping across the tile to meet her, arms open wide. Who needed to ask permission to give big hugs, anyway? "You're here! You're really here!"

[wordsidk]

That voice was unmistakable. Sure enough when she turns she sees Mary coming in for a hug. A hug was actually welcomed with how lost and confused she felt. Ib will even put her arms around Mary in return.

"Mary...?"

Yeah, she's here. Whatever that means. But at least they're together.

[paletteknife]

"Yep! It's me, heehee!"

She remembered her! Even if it had only been half a year since Mary had last seen Ib, to her it felt like an eternity. She was even a little hurt to go for so long without even hearing so much as a peep from her first and dearest friend, but all of that melted away as she felt Ib's arms around her. She buried her face in Ib's shoulder and beamed.

"When did you get back?"