Of Mice and Murder
Dec 16, 2013 17:52:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 17:52:14 GMT -5
Ah, Shanghai. Population – eighteen million. Location? China, the most populous country on the Earth. The landscape was ineffably beautiful – the orange and purple sky at dusk, covered with the thick grey cloud of the industry’s breath. Tall buildings that rose far above the clouds and pollution. Humans bustling the street, all within just a few centimeters of each other and yet miles apart from each other. It was impersonal, it was cold, but it was beautiful. Shanghai, Shanghai. The City of the Future. The City of Sins. The City of Dreams. And, in some cases, the City of Really Good Parties.
Aixa brushed down his clothes, his pale blue eyes searching the party for anyone. He looked to be a foreigner – pale skin, curly brown hair, wide blue eyes and rosy cheeks. He was awkwardly tall and lanky, his clothes fitting nicely though the semi-formal look didn’t do much for making him look like a fish out of water, a pencil-pusher amongst high-ranking CEOs. He could speak Mandarin decently – it felt awkward in his mouth, but he could at least hold the conversations required to stay in Shanghai while he tried to pick his life back together. London had become too small for him, so he’d fled. Aixa was good at leaving.
At least the food was brilliant. The Djinn stepped by one of the wandering servers, lifting a glass of sparkling water and some sort of fried dish that had been on the platter. He’d had to be careful that it wasn’t alcoholic – Jinn couldn’t filter out alcohol, and they were therefore highly susceptible the damned thing. And Aixa wasn’t quite in control of himself when drunk. He glanced around again before leaning against one of the walls, a friendly smile on his lips as he looked around for an opening to socialize. He was by far a wallflower, though normally his social skills were rather limited to the languages that he was comfortable with.
But hey, zhè jiùshì sh?nghuó, right?
Aixa brushed down his clothes, his pale blue eyes searching the party for anyone. He looked to be a foreigner – pale skin, curly brown hair, wide blue eyes and rosy cheeks. He was awkwardly tall and lanky, his clothes fitting nicely though the semi-formal look didn’t do much for making him look like a fish out of water, a pencil-pusher amongst high-ranking CEOs. He could speak Mandarin decently – it felt awkward in his mouth, but he could at least hold the conversations required to stay in Shanghai while he tried to pick his life back together. London had become too small for him, so he’d fled. Aixa was good at leaving.
At least the food was brilliant. The Djinn stepped by one of the wandering servers, lifting a glass of sparkling water and some sort of fried dish that had been on the platter. He’d had to be careful that it wasn’t alcoholic – Jinn couldn’t filter out alcohol, and they were therefore highly susceptible the damned thing. And Aixa wasn’t quite in control of himself when drunk. He glanced around again before leaning against one of the walls, a friendly smile on his lips as he looked around for an opening to socialize. He was by far a wallflower, though normally his social skills were rather limited to the languages that he was comfortable with.
But hey, zhè jiùshì sh?nghuó, right?
[ ooc| @rosetyler ]