Unsocial Beings Collide

[Azaria Snow]

The moment that the red-headed woman stepped into the café that was currently vacant of everyone around this time in the evening. Visiting a café was something that Azaria visited night after night for some silence and some coffee. Her current case with a local woman in France made Azaria want to come here for a little while to have a good input on her column for the person. Azaria might not socialize with anyone, but she was not about to let this ignorant little individual end up in a world of trouble without someone there to slap her face into reality. Humanity, it sickened Azaria to the point where she felt like she wanted to just throw up. Azaria wore emerald robes that almost clung to her skinny, lean and tall form. She entered the café to escape the blistering winds of the blizzard that was coming around from the outside. Azaria glanced over at the bartender of the small place and she requested a small cup of coffee for the upcoming events that would encase her to helping that ignorant piece of trash out and better the world so that she would not hate it so much. Azaria was doing some good, but she wondered if it would be enough to just get her to stop hating humanity. She nodded at the person that given her the coffee and she walked over to the bench and sat down. Her quiet nature was something to be frowned upon. She rarely spoke, but when she did, she was loud and made sure that everyone within a mile heard what she had to say because it was something to really relish right now. Azaria thought that things would be better off without so many ignorant anises in this world. However, how could she rid people of their ignorance?

The red-head thought that there was no possible way that she could do that so the silver eyed woman would have to just stay alone for the rest of her being. Azaria had been happiest in her writings and in her silence. A life of silence was something that she loved and she would continue that for now. Azaria sipped her coffee in peace while the only noises that she could hear that was the howling wind outside and the door opening and shutting to allow one other person in. Azaria’s mental defenses rose to abnormal levels when she felt another human presence. She was used to those behind the counter, but never out in the open. Yet this was strange, because ever since she left her sisters eleven years ago, she was raised with four older sisters, and she was the baby of them all. She was once known as Lorlina Mirayinov, a strong family that has been known for their fiery red-heads and emerald green eyes. They were ruled by females, and will continue on to do so. They were so infatuated with their laws and all, they did not realize that they had long since estranged her from the thoughts of any sort of laws and family. She left them, all with their green eyed beings to live her own life, because she did not belong there in their world. She was also estranged because she was the only one who bore silver eyes, the only one that was different. Azaria let out a sigh because she wondered if it was strange to not even miss her family. She had not contacted them and they tried to find her. Who would guess that she would have changed her name and never set foot in Bulgaria again?

The young woman started on her column and sipped her tea, unaware of the sequences falling around her. Her eyes had not left the parchment as she wrote her blunt advice, but the last thing she was expected was hot liquid spilling all over her work as well as her robes. Azaria jumped up and she glared daggers at the imbeciles that decided that it would be wise to dump coffee on her and her work. The person that was the culprit that bumped into the male carrying the coffee was the one feeling the wrath of the fiery, unsocial woman, "How dare you think that you have the right to spill that ungrateful liquid you call a beverage all over my work!" Azaria glanced over at the man who lost his coffee, but she shot her glare back at the person that had accidentally ruined her work, her hard work. "Now, you get out of my sight before I turn you to stone, is that clear?" The young waiter ran back and she cleaned her emerald robes. She sat back down and stared down at her ruined work. How could this happen, especially to her work? Azaria let out a frustrated sigh and she wondered if she would be able to figure out everything to say about this actually. Especially now.

 

[Isaac Snow]

Another day of wandering by himself amongst the cold town somewhere in the middle France, this was something Isaac had become so accustomed to over the years that he no longer remembered doing anything but this. He had nothing better in his life so it never got boring to him either. His days were long days filled with nothing so he cared for nothing but himself and making sure he survived just that much longer. He was often asked about his family or someone to care for but he never answered them, he never answered anybody. There was nothing to tell these people, especially when it concerned his life or his family. His family had kicked him out right after he Graduated. Told him that if he didn't leave they would kill him where he stands because of crimes he had committed against the family name. Isaac had never done anything like that so he never even got the chance to know really why he was kicked out. One he was kicked out they erased his name off the tree, and any existence of him to destroy the chance for future generations to know his name and that he nay have once been their future Head and a legend for lifetimes to come. At first it hurt and killed Isaac inside to be cast away by the people he had been with and looked to for comfort. But now he was just numb and kept his thoughts of having anyone by his side ever. Isaac had been alone so long that he had begun to hate people in general and then everything else. Isaac was a man who preferred to be alone and preferred to keep hating anything he could.

Isaac stopped at a Cafe, he went here from time to time when he didn't feel the need to cook and wanted to be somewhere other than the beach, staring out into the cold grey Ocean. The atmosphere was always not too bad but it wasn't something he would try to experience every single day or anything. But this time the inside wasn't complete as peaceful as he remembered it to be. He oddly enough arrived just as some woman had some coffee spilled all over her and her work, and now she was shrieking like some banshee or something. Isaac rolled his deep blue eyes and decided to assist her. Mostly to get her to be quiet but also because he felt bad in a way. He made his way over to her table and took the seat across from her own. Silently he held a finger up to tell her to hold on a moment before he waved his hand across the top and watched as the papers seemed restored to their previous state. Once they were fixed he held them out to her before he stood and turned to head away. No need to stick around.

 

[Azaria Snow]

Azaria was never expecting help, because most of her life, she was not ever going to ask for it. That was the type of person she was. She never asked for help nor did she want to receive it. Then, she watched as some man sat down across from her, and the papers, all of her work, were restored to their previous state. Her eyes met his for a moment, before she narrowed them. He seemed, almost familiar. However, she did not know him from school because there was somewhat of an age difference between the two. Oblivious to this, she was the youngest of her siblings and cast out, whereas he was the oldest of his and cast out. Azaria never thanked anyone in her life, and her anger melted. Though there was nothing left in her eyes but utter confusion. This man just helped her, without her asking, and wasting his own time to just quiet her, though she only yelled for a brief period. She had a temper, that was no secret, but she was mostly silent for the most part. Azaria stood up, her fiery red hair flowing around her like a veil, before her voice, much softer than before, called out, "Wait." A thought struck her. He was another man, a human. She didn't like how humanity was nowadays. She hated it in fact. They were always so ignorant and writing her column made it seem like she was doing a lot of good, though pointing out the injustice was nowhere near good. She almost doubted that the people were getting any smarter, that was for sure.

Her small hope in how the people and society were, it was ridiculous. She had long since forgotten how to interact with people, yet here she was, actually attempting somewhat to this man. He might not be one of the rotten apples of the world. Azaria was not one to give the benefit of the doubt either. Last man she had given that to was years ago, and he just wanted her for pleasurable company. What ever gave him that idea that she would be into that was beyond her. She was raised in a feminist household, and her opinions on males were strict. It was annoying too, having the same initials as her sisters. L.C.M. Azaria changed her name to something more desirable. Now she was different from them all, even though she had been different from birth because she did not have those green eyes that were infamous with her red hair in the family. Azaria let out a soft sigh, wondering what words to use to communicate. She did so well writing them down, but actually speaking them, that is another story. It was hard for her to even say that one word, how was she supposed to thank him properly with just sentences? Azaria figured out what she should say, and she spoke, "I want to thank you, for restoring my article back to normal. Though the reader it is addressed to won't be so pleased." A soft smirk played across her lips.