sunday in the park. [dimitri]

[ANYA NIKOLAEVNA CALLAWAY]

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It the four weeks she had been in Fantasia City, she had not visited the park. This thought dawned on Anya as she sat on her sofa, staring out at the overcast skies. It was not typical park weather, but once the idea popped into her head it stuck, running around in her head over and over until she gave up and got dressed.
On her walk to the park, Anya's mind was submerged deep in though. She wandered down the block with her hands stuffed in her pockets, eyes looking forward, but not really at anything. Considering this was the first of few breaks she had that she didn't feel like sleeping all day, it was the only time she had permitted herself to think. She knew herself well: once she got thinking, the rest of the world didn't seem to exist, and she wandered about, almost like she was lost, searching for something like her mind was for solutions and answers... much like she was currently doing.

Her shoulder bumped that of a young man, and she jumped a little more than she intended to, giving an apologetic smile as she scooted past him into the entrance of the park. The entire walk had seemed to take ten minutes to Anya, but because she had allowed her mind to wander, she was oblivious to the half hour that had just passed. The park wasn't crowded, thank goodness. Crowds sometimes got to her, and she wasn't in a crowd sort of mood at the moment. Her hands stuffed themselves as far into her pockets as she would go as her large eyes blinked at her surroundings. It was a tidy and nicely plotted park, obviously well taken care of. The whole scene was like something Beaver Cleaver was about to mess up: perfect and quaint. Even with the lack of sun, it drew her in, and she wandered down the thin cobblestone path the wound within.

Her hands rubbed together a moment as she stopped at a statue, looking up at it with a small smile. The man on it had a hand in the air, waving as he held hands with an abnormally large mouse. It was a silly picture be description, but Anya was drawn to it.
Probably because it is so silly... she thought, looking at the connected hands of the mouse and the man. Her hand twitched in her pocket a moment, as if it was looking for something to hold itself... she wondered if the mouse was adopted. If that man had taken him in, like a son... again, a silly thought. Maybe someone would take her...
You're twenty years old, Anya, stop it she thought folding her arms and concentrating on the artwork aspects of the statue instead, to distract herself. Even still, the longing stung at the back of her head. In the month she had been there, she hadn't made any really good friends. Not one... she longed for a connection, so someone. No... she couldn't even lie to herself. She wanted someone to take her hand and help her along in this new city... be there for her, strong at that statue.
"Well... things like that don't just happen..." she said aloud to herself, clasping her hands behind her back as she smiled at the statue man, imagining him smiling back and offering his hand to her. Her hand went to her heart, and she looked around as if wondering if he was gesturing to someone else, then put her hands over her cheeks as if saying "Oh me?". Her hand closed tight around her necklace, and her mind drifted as she imagined herself holding hands with him... with someone... someone who gave a crap as much as she did.

::tag:: evkav
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notes:: i swear the next one will be better ._.

[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* all around the world for you ,

The morning was another early one, brought one by the steady beep of an alarm clock. Rolling over, a hand wacked itself on the head of the clock, silencing the terribly annoying sounds. Moaning, he ran a hand through his dark hair and sat up in bed. Turning to the left, he noticed a mop of blonde hair beside him. Shaking his head he moved slowly and managed to get out of the bed without shaking it too much. He moved over towards the other side of the small room and opened up the closet door. Grabbing the first clothes his hands came to rest on, he threw them on, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door, no regard for the woman lying on his bed.

The long walk to wherever he was headed left him much time to wonder and reflect on his life. Of course, Dimitri spent none of that time doing so. Instead he simply just walked and let his thoughts dull down. Still, that one face was always in his mind and he could not push it away. That familiar wave of red hair and those blue-green eyes that always seemed to stare him down, the stubbornness inside showing through. He could not block it out but he continued to move on slowly, trying to push it down to the furthest corner of his mind. It was difficult, remembering so many different things from his past and yet not being able to see any of the people in them. His parents had ruined his life and it was his choice not to see them but that beautiful girl, his friend, was nowhere to be found. Years he had searched for her. Years he had come up short.

The man’s thoughts were cut short as someone bumped into his shoulder. He was turned around by the impact and stared at the long red hair of the girl walk by. “Sorry,” he murmured, staring after her. He recognised that face, that hair. Their eyes had connected for just a second and he had seen that fiery passion inside them. The girl, his friend, had just kept on walking. Shaking his head, he walked after her, trying to stay a safe distance so that she would not become suspicious. He did not know whether she had simply not seen him well enough or whether she truly did not remember him. If it was the latter, he would not know what to do. His whole life had been dedicated to finding her again and now, if she did not even remember him, he would simply die.

Dimitri followed the redhead to a statue in the park. He kept a safe distance from her and waited for a few moments before finally starting to walk towards her. The man caught her last few words and he closed his eyes at the sound of her voice. “Nothing ever happens the way you want it,” he murmured, turning to grin at her. He could not believe that he was looking at her, seeing her again for the first time in over a decade. It was amazing, it was beautiful, but it was not how he had planned it. Still, either way it was her. It was Anya.

_{W O R D S 545
T A G anya
L Y R I C S my people by the presets
N O T E S i'm so excited!}

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[ANYA NIKOLAEVNA CALLAWAY]

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Anya jumped when the voice came from behind her. She hadn't been expecting a response, and being the cloudy day that it was, not many people were expected to be in the area. At least, that was her reasoning. She turned to the source of the voice, hugging herself as she looked at him a moment. For some reason, she remembered fire. Fire and fear. And a garden.
He made her think of fire and gardens, for some reason she couldn't place her finger on. He was attractive, a little weird in the way he was looking at her. There was a smile on his face, a grin to be exact, like he was expecting her to say something. Well, usually when one talked to you, they expected a response, right?
Then stop staring at him and say something! she thought, clearing her throat as a distraction to buy her time to say something witty. Not many guys just came up and started talking to her. This was a rare occurrence, but not one she minded. Someone had taken a interest in her attention. So, she had to make the best of it.

"No... nothing really does, huh?" she answered lamely, looking back at the statue a moment as she took a deep breath, then looked back at him with a smile of her own.
"Guess that's the excitement of life, never really knowing what to expect..." she added, stating to play with her necklace, "So I can't complain too much... things could be worse. Things could always be worse."
Her eyes drifted down the pathway a moment, and she swore she could smell something... plants... flowers?
She looked to the young man, mentally berating herself for fiddling with her necklace, stuffing her hands deep in her pockets.
"So... you. What's got you out and about on this gray day?"
He reminded her of something. Something about the way he stood, the way he... talked. His voice was the most familiar. But that was crazy, she'd never been there before. To Fantasia City, that was. And where she had lived before, she was nowhere near Fantasia City. So they couldn't have passed each other. She didn't know many men, either. All the boys at the orphanage were younger than her, and she knew each one like they were her siblings. They had been her siblings... the closest to family she'd ever had.

He keeps staring at me... she thought, tilting her head slightly. Her brow turned down in a slight frown, and she put her hands on her hips, then folded them, biting her tongue. Maybe he was just a looker... maybe he was checking her out? Either way, saying something sassy wasn't the best idea. This was the most attention anyone, and any guy, had given her for awhile, other than her boss. She wasn't going to ruin it.

::tag:: evkav
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notes:: its sad she doesn't recognize him =/

[PETER DIMITRI FEDEROV]

* anywhere you go let me go too ,

The boy smiled at her response and continued to look at her even as she directed her gaze back to the large statue before them. He was so taken up by her, everything about her was different and yet the same. She was so amazing there, completely holding his every thought. Dimitri could not start to comprehend the reasons behind them finally meeting each other once more. Still, he did not quite understand how she could not remember who he was. He himself had spent his whole life trying to find her and see her once more, his every breathe pouring over various clues that could lead him closer to her. And now that he finally had met her, seen her once more, everything was not turning out how he had planned. Sure, he was a flexible man and took it as an opportunity to just wing it, think of the thoughts as they came and say whatever came to mind first.

Anya fiddled with her necklace. A smile spread across Dimitri’s lips. She always did that. He was so used to that need to fiddle with something. He could tell she was slightly uncomfortable, simply because he knew her so well and knew what those actions conveyed. Nodding slowly he tried to take in the words. In her age she seemed to have become wise, whilst he had become reckless and stupid. Even so, he understood what she was trying to get across to him. He had dealt with so much unpredictability already and so was used to it. But for some reason he had hoped that in this one instance everything had gone his own way. “You’re right. And we should count ourselves lucky that we are not doing worse.” He tried to sound confidant and smart but all that came across was the fact that he was nervous and had no idea what he was saying. His Russian accent came through heavily, and he wondered if she could completely understand him. Despite the fact that he had been living in Fantasia for quite a number of years now, the accent had never left him and he occasionally spoke in Russian, when no one else was there to hear.

Hands moved into pockets and Dimitri sighed. There was silence as he continued to watch her, not caring if he looked creepy or scary to her. It did not matter. Who was he to have searched her out anyway? He was merely a little kitchen boy and she was, well, Anya. There was no comparison between the two of them and he really had no right. And yet he did not care. Dimitri had always been one to go and break the rules and this time was no different. Though he did care about the fact that she was much higher than him in ranking he did not care enough to stop his pursuit.

Smiling at the spoken words, finally having the silence broken, Dimitri shoved a hand through his dark hair. “I don’t know really. Just needed to think, and walk about. Besides, I certainly did not want to stay in my hell hole of an apartment.” He grinned and looked up at her, his head tilted slightly to the side. She did not remember him, she had no idea who he was. So why then, was he still trying? Perhaps he thought that he could stir up some forgotten memory of her past by continuing to talk to her. Either way, Dimitri Federov was going nowhere.

_{W O R D S five eighty nine
T A G anya
L Y R I C S all i ask of you from the phantom of the opera
N O T E S sorry for the wait}

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[ANYA NIKOLAEVNA CALLAWAY]

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Not doing half bad, actually... she thought with a small smile to herself. Just one month ago, she had been stuck in an orphanage, her fate to work at a factory with other hopeless otherwise unemployables. But now, she had a job, and had a home of her own. Granted, her apartment wasn't the nicest thing one could hope for, but it was better being stuck with no hope and no future. So, to his comment she gave a small smile and a nod.
The young man had an accent... Russian. Not that she was accustomed to hearing Russian accents, but she imagined if she were to hear one, that was what it would sound like. She wondered if he was from Russia... apparently she was, when they found her on the streets. Where she had been before then?

Well... it wasn't like she had never considered it before. There wasn't a day that went by that Anya didn't think of it. Her home before the orphanage... did her parents not want her? Could they not take care of her? She didn't know... all the knew is that she appeared at social worker place in Russia with a black eye, a grumbling stomach, a pounding head and no memory of her past life. And to that day, no matter how hard she thought and thought, she simply couldn't remember. It made her sad... sometimes. Not as much as it used to. Now, she could accept that this was her life, and she was moving forward from here. Starting here, she was going to make something of herself. Starting now, she was going to become the best Anya she could be. That was what she had told herself when she turned away from the train she was supposed to get on and changed her ticket.

The moment of silence gave her a little more time to observe him. He was attractive... but it was the voice she liked best. Yes, the accent but... something about the lilt to his words and the tone... something about it make her feel really... well... happy. And safe. It also made her feel like hugging him and messing up his hair, oddly. That thought flashed through her mind for some reason, and it had quite a few times since he's spoken. It was something she had put in the back of her mind but... she couldn't deny it.

"Oh, I know what you mean... I couldn't sit in there and just wallow today, call me crazy, but I actually like this weather..." she said, looking at the cloudy sky, "I'm in a thinking sort of mood, too..."

::tag:: evkav
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notes:: sorry its a tad short. muse is running low T.T