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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 18:46:47 GMT
Oh the woes of being caught under a hot and humid day in the middle of a working week, but given that it is this time of the year where most people are either off class and are on family vacations, it would come as absolutely no surprise to anyone that the ancient ruins of Nova Arthenis was amongst the list of prioritized tourist attractions. The entire island in itself was amazing, almost as if it burst right out of a fairytale book full of fluffy unicorns, leprechauns and a boatload of gold over the other side of the rainbow where bluebirds just so happen to fly, but there are certain types of people whom were interested in learning the rich history behind a magnificent piece of land. It might not be everyday, but it was definitely worth raking in the cash just so the excavators could afford better equipment for the new discoveries.
And on this fine day, the young oriental girl was tasked with leading a group of tourists around, just to make sure they wouldn't wander off and fall to their apparent deaths after slipping into a bottomless abyss of a pit, or unleashing the curse of an ancient artifact that had only recently been dug up. Hey, there's less stranger things in this world, and half of those can't be answered with logical scientific explanations, so who could predict what might happen?
"Right." Jing Ying spoke softly after a brief moment of clearing her throat. She knew fairly well that most of the people that were following her, based on their age and appearance, would not pay an ounce of attention towards descriptive details of what they were about to see. Those people were probably here to take pictures with the weird stone statues and make funny faces just so they could post it up on their social networking profiles, anyway, so why waste precious time and effort on people who wouldn't appreciate them? "Here, we have a piece of ancient scripture that's drawn by, obviously people far older than our generation, to depict the tale of descension. The descension of holy beings."
Naturally, being placed under these weather conditions, she wouldn't wear what she normally wore. At the moment, she's only dressed in a tank top with a brown cargo jacket, along with a pair of khaki shorts and combat boots. Her usually long, vibrant pink hair was tied up in a ponytail, with the top part being shielded by an adventurer's hat, just so she wouldn't have to worry about her hair pruning up later on.
The interest that these people are showing to her speech definitely gave her the impression that she should have just sat down on a random bench and let them do whatever the hell it is they wanted to do. Still, this was a job, and she still had to give them their money's worth. "Any questions? If not, we'll just ah.. I guess we'll just move on to the statues." | WORDS: words TAGS: person
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 22:20:03 GMT
CELINE REDGRAVE | aspiring novelist
Maybe she should have taken simpler attire. Just this once, for this one activity that was, while not full of physical exertion, and was still kind of exhausting in its own way. Maybe it was the reflecting stone or something, but it was really hot there. Besides, she did need to be careful least she fell into some crevice, or whatever these were called. Actually, she thought, she’d need of the correct name later, just in case she used it in her novel. This was a fact finding mission, after all. Well, in a way, part that and part just hoping for some muse, some inspiration to come from the dusts of old. So far, though, they had been mostly boring. The guide was not exactly making it easier, showing such an obvious disinterest in teaching them something. Wasn’t that their job? Somehow, Celi did not believe that this girl was paid to just say ‘look, there is an interesting story behind this old thingy here. But I don’t feel like telling it, so hey, statues.’ That couldn’t be it, right? Oh, how she hoped she’d get some kind of evaluation later, just so she could give her a bad grade for that.
But then again, while rightful revenge would be kind of nice, she was going through way too many hardships to just not learn a thing. She did not sweat in her heavy attire for something like this!
Panting slightly, she accelerated a little, passing disinterested kids and their less than happy parents, until she somehow caught up to that girl. “Oh fearsome leader, would you have a minute for me?”, she would begin and, if she got at least the slightest reaction from that, quickly continue: “You mentioned a story there, one presumably of great importance and magnitude, would you mind sharing that with us? Or do we have to buy your audio guide for that?”
Just that last bit should have made it pretty obvious that she was simply talking that way because she liked to hear herself talk this way – not for others, and surely not for a guide that was not taking her job seriously. Besides, it was hot, she was sweating and pretty much ruining this beautiful dress, not just with that, but also with all the dust and dirt around here. Really, she should have chosen something else.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 10:20:00 GMT
Unless of course, they told her to shut up, which she did manage to catch from one of the younger tourists in the bunch, who apparently found more intrigue in taking pictures of himself than listening to her brief explanation about these ruins. The whole scene prompted the young girl to envision what might happen if she pried the lovely little piece of technology and threw it off the large chasm off to their side. Whatever the case, it was pretty absolute that at least one of them would get a quick laugh out of it.
Upon guiding the rest of her group towards their main event, Jing Ying took it easy and plopped herself down on a small piece of rock before fishing out a bottle of chilled water. The layer of glossiness on her forehead caused by the glistening droplets of sweat, along with how she's nonchalantly sipping off of her drink, it was enough to draw attention not only from a few similarly aged guys around her horde of tourists, but from the others as well. Then again, there's been people blatantly fixing their gazes at her behind for the whole duration of this tour, but the weather's just so damn hot, she didn't really feel like putting that much effort into punching someone's lights out.
Would you imagine the look of surprise on her face when a uniquely dressed female came up and asked for a more elaborate explanation about their earlier stop? Even though the girl spoke in a posh manner, with her eloquent vocabulary and whatnot, which would've normally annoyed the living crap out of her, the contents of the question pretty much drove Jing Ying to look past how it was delivered.
"Uh.. no, not really. I mean, I figured they weren't interested, so I just skimmed past it. For that particular piece of scripture, I don't really know why it took researchers like ten months to figure out what it meant, cause I sorta did it in like a brief glance."
Simplistic ways of thinking sometimes overpowered complicated theories and hypotheses. Its not uncommon for a young maestro like her to be the one who actually comes up with solutions for the most hard-hitting questions that a fellow archaeologist proposed. For example, the scripture she was talking about, it contained a form of hieroglyphic writing that depicted a man with opened arms, welcoming a source of brightness down unto earth, where it was then proceeded by a continuation of people dancing and basically celebrating, where the last two symbols of a giant tear, and a repeat of the first drawing ended the ancient text.
"The others might still be in denial about this, but its all just common sense. Higher power descends from the skies above, loved and welcomed by the people, and- cause of the giant tear, was either mourned or caused a deep sadness amongst the people when He or She had to leave. Its just like a giant storybook, and those old geezers theorized about floods and whatever shit else. S'kinda funny. Annoying, but funny." | WORDS: words TAGS: person
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 22:02:55 GMT
CELINE REDGRAVE | aspiring novelist
Well, at least she was professional enough to reply. That was something already, right there. And it almost seemed as if she did not just do this to get rid of some pesky person during her small break, no, it sounded genuine, enough to take the frown off Celi’s face, replacing it by sweat of her own. She was still huffing slightly, but at least now she could just stay there and listen, having something to actually catch her attention, at least for a bit. Although she was not sure at first regarding what she should think about the whole ‘figured it out first’ thing. On one hand, that was pretty much her own burden in a nutshell, other people just not seeing what she, the genius did. But accepting someone else as such a genius at face value was not exactly her thing, especially since it was not very convincing altogether.
Instead of hearing a thrilling and detailed story of times long past, she pretty much just got the simplistic interpretation of a painting. I.e. things she had heard in like, third grade. She pretty much pouted at that, utterly disappointed. This all seemed highly unprofessional, and she huffed not just because of the heat now, but also because she was irked.
“So, the moment you laid eyes on this art, you immediately recognized such a simple truth that no one else had thought about before? That sounds astonishing, but I stay unconvinced, this is just what you think it depicts, but that means preciously little. It could also be the people of the island being grateful for bountiful harvests and crestfallen, once those stopped. If you associate light with deities, I fear you are beyond hope, because it is not there, but in darkness that true greatness hides from mankinds feeble eyes.”
Oh, she was quite proud of that last sentence, even doing her best to intonate it probably, enough to make her stagger for a moment. Yes, even so called archeologists were little more than blind cretins, all blinded by their own foolish conceptions. Maybe she should write about this, just to help these poor souls to finally see the truth.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 12:37:02 GMT
"Uh.. huh.."
She'd let that last part slide, mostly because she had absolutely no idea what it meant. Of course, she wouldn't take it in as an insult either, because that girl was just another ordinary civilian who didn't know any better. "If you'd actually let me finish, I ain't even scratching the surface yet."
"There has to be a reasoning behind every theory. A logical piece of reasoning. I doubt I can tell you much right now with all these people around, but if you'd like to know more, stick around after the tour, and I'll tell you everything you want to know- well, everything that I can let you know without saying too much, that is."
Regardless of her incompetent tourists, she still had to finish the rest of this stupid tour before safely guiding them back to the entrance. If some of them wished to stick around, they could do so under the supervision of either one of the rangers or one of the more experienced archaeologists, like herself. She wasn't afraid to get down and dirty when it came to what she's passionate about, but truth be told, the only reason she's still staying there to begin with was because she needed a few extra bucks to fund herself for an upcoming excavation. Don't get her wrong, her Dad was loaded, but what's the point of learning to make a living if you depend on your parents to feed you every bit of food with their money?
"You should reaaaaaaaally consider wearing something different the next time you come here. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time we've had to deal with a tourist heatstroke. Just saying."
On that happy note, the girl sprung back up to her feet, crushed the plastic water bottle that she had finished drinking from and tossed it across the canyon. Kobe Bryant would've been jealous of her amazing shot right there, where it spun around the rim of a recycle bin before eventually toppling inside, but she's used to it. "Enough picture taking, time to move along, guys. Last place we're heading to is the cave up front. Make sure you stay close, unless you feel like activating a trap where you get your head speared like a shish kebab." | WORDS: words TAGS: person
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