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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 9, 2013 21:03:06 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. If Hayden had learned one thing from his short but rather uneventful life, it was that when life gave you lemons, you made lemonade; or at least, that was how the saying went. Truth be hold, he'd always wondered what would happen if somebody had an allergy to lemons, or why lemons were being discriminated against in the first place. What if somebody liked eating lemons, and when life threw them a curveball it was like giving them oranges or strawberries instead?
The brunette frowned, scratching the back of the nape of his neck as he stares at he rows and rows of fortune cats in the shop's display. He supposed it must have been difficult to tailor one statement to fit everybody in the universe, but he was certain that there had to be something far more universally disliked than lemons of all things. It was certainly a point worth considering, however-- how would he have phrased it? When life gives you pain you take it as pleasure instead-- no wait that just sounded terribly wrong--
"Oh, no..." Hayden muttered underneath his breath, pulling a face. He didn't know how his mind had managed to go there. It certainly had escalated quickly to say the least. The brunette sighed, focusing his attention again on the shaking of the cats' hands, which were supposed to invite good luck or something of the like. Why a cat, though, he couldn't help but wonder. Just like how lemons were a symbol of bad luck for no apparent reason in Western culture, why did the Chinese have cats? Well, he supposed, turning to the person to his right, he didn't think it would hurt to ask.
"Ah, sorry to bother you," he apologised, "But would you happen to know why a fortune cat? And not a fortune alpaca, or dinosaur instead?"
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 10, 2013 8:42:44 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. If you had told Lucien two years ago that he'd find himself dawdling around Chinatown gift shops for something to do, he'd have laughed so hard he would have cried. It would have seemed beyond absurd for him. Why would he, someone with power and money, go to some little Chinatown gift shop? He had better things to do with his time, and absolutely better things to do with his money.
He didn't anymore. Now he was entirely at the mercy of someone else entirely. Kun Shui gave him shelter, food, and money. If he wanted to leave his glass tower, he did so at Kun Shui's whims. Kun Shui had certainly been kind, letting him out after less then two weeks in LA, and Lucien had found his new freedom overwhelming. He'd gone to fetch books on his first day out, and then he'd tried to make daily trips out. It wasn't generally to do anything--he just wanted to be out of the house. Physically he was week and frail, and getting out of the house was exhausting to start. Every day out had made him a little bit more fit, and a little bit less exhausted by doing even simple things.
Realistically, he didn't think anyone would have mocked him for being physically week after two years of captivity, but then he was his own worst critic--a far cry from when his ego had been large enough to generate his own gravity.
Mostly he'd kept to Chinatown, local enough to the tower that it didn't raise concern. He picked through shops, rarely finding things he had any interest in. He wasn't a hoarder, and most of the stuff was useless. No, if he was going to buy something to decorate his room, he was going to get something he liked.
In his time out, almost no one had bothered him--so when someone spoke to him (and there really couldn't be any mistake, there wasn't really anyone in the store but the shopkeeper and the guard, who wasn't even in the store--just lurking outside, waiting for Lucien to emerge.
The man wasn't asking him to move or reach something or anything--he was asking for, of all things, random cat trivia. He stared at the man--boy really--in abrupt confusion, trying to work out what he was looking for. "I... I don't know. Some folklore, probably." Things like that were always folklore. He didn't know the particular folklore, although he had the distinct impression... well, might as well just say it rather then mentally musing over it. "I think it's Japanese, anyway." The characters were all wrong for Chinese, even with his limited written understanding of the language.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 10, 2013 12:16:13 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. Hayden squinted. Perhaps he was too ignorant to determine what the difference between Chinese and Japanese characters were-- and this red-haired man evidently wasn't, from the way he had mentioned it so matter-of-factly. The swimmer frowned, squinting at the fortune cat, trying to read the characters but only seeing squiggles instead. Then again, that would have been expected, seeing as he didn't understand a word of either Chinese or Japanese.
"Ah-- I know this probably sounds silly, but what's the difference? The Japanese have an alphabet of some kind and Chinese is just pictorial, right?" Maybe if he paid more attention to it, he would come to be able to understand some words in both languages too. "Do you speak Japanese or Chinese yourself?" He was an inquisitive one, despite all the self-restraint that he tried to exercise, and in his pondering he had forgotten to think for a moment that he might be bothering the other man. It was a rare occurrence, but it did happen-- sometimes Hayden did get so absorbed in his thoughts that he did end up bothering people by mistake.
"The Japanese zodiac does have a story about why the cat isn't in the zodiac, though. I don't think that's very lucky." Though it made sense: the Japanese and the Chinese shared the same zodiac themselves. The more he thought about it, the less of a good idea buying a fortune cat seemed. Maybe there was something else in this place that would buy him fortune instead.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 10, 2013 12:37:14 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. Alphabet? Pictoral? Lucien was only vaguely aware of which terms were used best to describe things. Really, he wasn't very good at all at explaining that sort of thing. Now, if you wanted him to explain to you the intricate details and crossover of European languages... well, he could do that. Not so much Asian languages, with foreign alphabets and alien writing structures. Even if he could speak Cantonese fluently, his ability to read the characters was limited. He knew the big ones, the major ones he'd need to know, but there were simply so many characters, and he wasn't at all used to them. It was just hard to remember when you were used to having to learn words.
"The Japanese use... three or four alphabets. One is sounds, one is more complex sounds, and one is Hanzi. They have a different word for it though--but the third one are Chinese characters, which is all they use." Oh good god, he was no good at explaining that.
"Chinese." He answered quickly enough. There was no point in hiding it. "Cantonese, in specific." Which was lucky, because Cantonese was the main language of LA's chinatown. If they'd spoken Mandarin, he'd have been utterly doomed--at least he could speak (albeit timidly) to the shopkeepers.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 10, 2013 13:10:33 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. Hayden nodded slowly, taking in the other man's words. It seemed to make sense, given how China and Japan did have history with one another-- relations between the two countries were poor, but he supposed that they were intertwined. You couldn't run away from something like that, not when it was so embedded into your history.
It was like how he would probably never be able to escape his past as a silly rich boy, no matter how far he ran. But what both countries had done beyond then was grow, and develop, and form new languages and new cultures, and he too could grow past that. That was life for you, and Hayden smiled at the thought. It was hope for the future, and hope was always something good to have.
"Cantonese, huh?" The other man certainly didn't seem very Cantonese to him, but it was pretty cool that he knew the language. "Did you study it by yourself, or did you pick it up by moving to China, or something--"
Darn him and his habit of asking too many questions! Hayden gulped. Okay, enough, enough. He seriously needed to stop doing that. Now he was going to have to apologise to the guy for asking again, like he had had to do with Adrian a few days ago.
"Ahh, sorry, I don't want to intrude! It's just cool that you speak the language, that's all. You definitely don't look Chinese to me. Unless you are Chinese, then I'm really sorry for being racist."
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 10, 2013 13:33:03 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. Well, that was an awkward question if there ever was one. He wouldn't have chosen to learn Chinese. Certainly not. He had, once upon a time, had better things to do with his time. He hadn't chosen to learn Cantonese--it had been a choice made for him by others. Kun Shui had decided he should learn Cantonese, and so he had been taught it by an older tutor who could be trusted to be quiet. He didn't even really need Cantonese, considering how rarely he spoke to the staff, but it had proved helpful. It let him communicate with guards and cleaning staff, after all. But with Kun Shui, a lot of the time they simply spoke in English, because Kun Shui's English was fluent, compared to Lucien's workable Cantonese.
"I didn't - I mean, I didn't teach myself." He was fairly sure that doing so would be next to impossible for a European to manage. There were so many complexities in the language that anyone would almost certainly need someone fluent in the language to assist. "I was tutored when I moved." Which was a very, very polite way of putting it. 'Moved'. Jun Shi would probably have laughed so hard he cried at that choice of terminology.
The thought of him being Chinese... no, absolutely not. Two-years-ago Lucien would have bristled at the very idea. "No. I'm just a gweilo." What was the closest equivalent? "A foreigner." Which wasn't a proper translation, but it was close enough. "I'm French." Which was about as far from Hong Kong as it got when it came to language.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 11, 2013 8:58:14 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. Hayden really hoped that the other guy wasn't bothered too much. But he hadn't answered his question, and asking it again would probably bother him even more, so he supposed that it was okay to stand here and talk, right? Much as he didn't want it to be, Hayden had to admit that living in Los Angeles alone was lonely. He had Julie as a friend, sure, but she was busy with her own things and her own life, and he didn't want to bug her to hang out with him too often. The longer he was here the more he found himself craving company, and he couldn't help but feel that it made him a little sad.
Still, college would be better. He would meet people, make friends, and see all sorts of other faces that he would grow to know and love. For now, it was time to discover himself, and meet others that were outside of the scope of college and his daily drill. There had been the pilot, Julie, and now this man who seemed to know Cantonese despite not being Chinese at all, which was wicked cool! " A gweilo? What's that?" Hayden asked, wide-eyed. "But for someone that's French, you know a lot about Chinese culture. Hmm..." Hayden frowned.
"Say, by chance, do you think you'd be able to help me pick a decoration out? I- only if you have the time, of course," he hastily added. "And only if you actually want to. As I said, I don't want to trouble you-- no I just said that-- I don't want to trouble you by constantly asking I don't want to trouble you--" By then, Hayden was completely flushed red.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 11, 2013 18:32:49 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. Foreigner probably wasn't clear enough, and Lucien took a moment to struggle over how to properly translate it. He knew at least the basics, even if there were about fifty variants.
"Gwei is a ghost, and lo is just a person. So they would call white foreigners Gweilo, which would be like ghost people. Now it just means... well, any foreigner." He paused, slightly nervous. It wasn't that the boy was talking too much--just Lucien was unused to talking at all. Any amount of talking was going to be too much for him, and he forced himself to take a few deep breaths.
"There's a lot of... variants. But it's just a way of describing foreigners."
He really felt the need to explain anything. Most people would simply have taken the boy's comments as compliments and moved on with their life, but instead Lucien found himself squirming slightly, responding to ever word.
"Living there means you.. you pick up a lot of stuff." Even if most of the stuff he'd picked up verbally, having had only the rare trip outside. He still knew a lot of the little things then.
He wasn't sure what to do about the whole thing, and he felt his stomach twist a little bit. A decoration? He'd decorated once upon a time, but he certainly hadn't decorated in the past two years. It wasn't his nature to turn things down though.
"No, I mean... I'd be happy to help. If I could." He offered
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 12, 2013 0:35:00 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. Hayden smiled at the thought of white people being referred to as ghosts. It was true-- stereotypes did paint them as being ghastly pale, especially in comparison to the other races of the world. He did have some Spanish blood in him, but that had probably been weathered out through the years. Heck, he was pretty sure that toned, tanned, fit and ready as he was, he would be nothing compared to the men in Spain.
"If there are a lot of variants, what else would you use to describe a foreigner then?" For someone who had been locked up at home for so much of his life, to hear about a world beyond what he knew was endlessly fascinating. He did note that Lucien squirmed a little though, and felt his heart in his throat-- oh dear, he really didn't want to be too much of a bother. Was it okay for him to ask again? Was it about right?
"A- are you okay?" Yes, that probably worked! He'd sound concerned without sounding too annoying. Hayden suddenly felt twenty times more clever with the realisation. "You seem a little..." He let the sentence trail. On edge? Perhaps. But then again, it was always possible that Hayden was reading this wrongly. He wasn't the best with social cues, after all. Maybe he was just overreacting and being a generally big dumb.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 14, 2013 22:20:07 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. He had never really gotten to use gweilo or any of the variants. After all, he was the foreigner, and he was generally referred to as gweilo. He did know a few variants, and he paused, raising his hand and lowering fingers as he counted them off.
"Gweipor, which is for women. Gweizai and gweimui for boys and girls..." He took a long moment to try and remember a few others, but in the end he simply couldn't remember. "There's variants for different skin tones--if you want to specify a European compared to an African for example, but those were relatively rare. Mostly you're just called gweilo." He hadn't even been called it very much. It was relatively rare--only if he was out in Hong Kong, which always meant he was with Kun Shui. People rarely even addressed him. He was a footnote, no more notable then the color of Kun Shui's shoes, and it was only in the markets, travelling too and from, that anyone addressed him at all. A foreigner was more likely to buy, after all.
He had noticed, hadn't he? That he was nervous. That he was jumpy at everything. Lucien was aware of it, aware of just how ridiculous he was. He jumped at everything. Even things that shouldn't have frightened him were still enough to stress him out.
"I'm - I'm really fine." He tried his best to insist, even if it didn't sound very convincing. "I just don't get out much." Which was technically true, if a tiny bit misleading. He hadn't been allowed to get out. Most people would just assume he was a shut-in. They were common enough.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 16, 2013 1:34:03 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. "That's pretty funny." Hayden chuckled at the mention of all the names for foreigner, watching as the other man started counting them off on his fingers. "At least I know what people will refer to me as if I ever have the fortune to visit China. You're so lucky, having had the chance to live in a foreign land in the past. Two, in fact, since you're French, and America must be new for you. How long have you been here for?" No, wait, the guy had just said he wasn't used to being out, that he didn't leave the house much. Stop being so talkative, Hayden, you just just overwhelm him!
Not a good thing, especially when he had so kindly offered to help. Hayden nodded, giving him an uneasy smile. He did understand the feeling of being jittery and nervous every time you left for the outside world though-- then again, with Hayden there had been wide-eyed excitement. With this man there only seemed to be apprehensiveness, and a sense of fear. And while Hayden knew that it was against his better judgment to do so, he felt the need to speak, to let the man know that it was okay and that he too knew what it was like to be alone, trapped.
"No, that's totally okay," Hayden begun, "I- I used to not get out much myself, either. For a lot of my childhood in fact." His eyes skimmed a row of phoenix decorations. Somehow they seemed a little too stereotypical; he wanted something different, something that had a meaning to it. "So it's understandable. I hope I haven't been too overwhelming."
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 19, 2013 16:55:03 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. The man was wrong--but he felt the need to correct him after a moment, waiting for him to pause before doing so. He sure did seem to talk a lot--the sort of habit that would have drawn Lucien's rage a few years ago.
"It wouldn't - I mean, it wouldn't be the same way in China's mainland. It's Cantonese, so only in Hong Kong." And some expat cities. Most of Chinatown LA was Cantonese after all. It made things far, far easier, especially since none of the shopkeepers thought he spoke a word of it. They'd turn away and chatter away at what the lowest they could go is to the cashier or owner or whoever, and Lucien would simply listen and then respond in English, as if he hadn't understood at all.
It was about as close to cunning or deceptive as he got. He didn't have the spine for anything really sneaky. He could have conned them out of so much when they spoke vile little lies to each other, when a young bilingual shopkeeper would attempt to trick someone older then him without knowledge of English, saying that Lucien was saying things he wasn't.
He could have ruined them, but he didn't. There was too much risk, too much chance of horrible, horrible consequences.
He didn't think he was lucky to have been in Hong Kong, but then explaining that would be impossible. There was no way to explain why it wasn't lucky without giving it all away, and secrecy was his priority. No one could know. He was in the country illegally, and he had little doubt there would be consequences if his presence was known. So discretion was the name of the game.
"Just - just a few weeks really." Vague and impossible to track without actually lying.
At the very least he seemed sympathetic at the moment. He seemed to understood, even if Lucien was quite confident that no, their situations weren't the same. Even after two years of mental destruction, Lucien still considered himself apart--he just did so for much different reasons the second time around. He wasn't different because he was better--he was different because he was worse and paying for it.
"It's - it's fine really. I'm doing better." Which he was, because the first time out he'd felt like everything was going to get him, and he'd jumped every time someone so much as looked at him.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 21, 2013 14:51:07 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. "Right, Mandarin, Cantonese. It's quite interesting, how there are so many different dialects of the language. Kind of cool but I imagine it must make communication difficult sometimes. Luckily Mandarin is compulsory in schools, right?" Poor Lucien was having his head talked off by an Internet meme-- but at this point, all Hayden wanted to do was to learn as much about the world as much as he could. As for how long he'd been here, Hayden just nodded once again, quite enthusiastically.
"So you're new too!" Before he could continue the thought, Hayden was quickly distracted by the row of phoenixes, the bright colours and sparkling gold a real treat for his eyes. The brunette tapped his chin. Maybe he'd be able to get some help... "A- ah, would you be able to explain the significance of some of the decorations around the place? Like.. What everything means?"
He knew that phoenixes meant rebirth in Western culture, but for all he knew, they could mean 'ding-dong' in Chinese culture instead. Hayden certainly didn't want to be like one of those people on the Internet that got a bad tattoo and ended up having to live with it for the rest of his life. Though you could throw out an ill-meaning decoration, and you couldn't exactly throw a tattoo out without flinging yourself into the bin as well, but close enough!
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 22, 2013 16:53:48 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. Lucien actually wasn't entirely sure about the sort-of-question that had just been posed. He hadn't gone to school in Hong Kong. He'd gone to school at a classy private school in France, and by and large he'd done whatever he wanted there. He'd had no interest in academics, and his skills in math, science, or really anything but languages were sorely lacking. Simply put, he'd never needed any of it. Not even now. He knew things that mattered, things he might need to know on his own, and anything that he'd have time for he could simply look up. Why pack your brain with useless knowledge when you could simply pull out a phone?
Only he didn't have a phone. He might very well have been the only person in all of LA without at least some kind of phone. He didn't even have an old phone, and he somehow doubted that Kun Shui would ever let him have one. There were too many risks associated with it. Plus, he knew his guard had a phone, so what reason was there for him to have one? It wasn't as if he could use the excuse that it was for emergencies, either.
"I... I don't think so?" He really wasn't sure at all. "I mean, most speak Cantonese, and then English. More people speak English then Mandarin, so I don't think it was... well, I don't think it's really a major thing?" Which probably sounded odd, but there was all that history he only half remembered.
Really, he felt a tad out of his element when trying to explain Chinese culture. He knew what he'd learned from his lessons, and what he'd directly picked up--mostly from Jun Shi. At best he could only give it a try.
"Well... it's not called a phoenix, but I don't remember what it's called. It's the ruler of all birds. It's... south I think." He had a rough idea of the directions and what animals they were. "It means a lot of good things. Justice and grace. It was used for the royal family of China for a long time, along with dragons."
He swore there was more to it, and he took a long pause before continuing.
"And I think dragons are yin, and the phoenix is yang. Dragons rule the water, and the phoenix rules the sky." Little did he realize he'd reversed the yin and yang, even if he'd managed to get the rest mostly right.
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Post by HAYDEN GREEN on May 24, 2013 9:41:01 GMT -8
tagged: reit. time: May 10th 2012, 14:00. speech: hayden. notes: IT'S ON? IT'S ON. Justice and grace, huh... Hayden nodded slowly, taking in the words of the other man. While he had liked the idea of buying a decoration that meant rebirth, there was something wonderful about the idea of justice. A world where good things happened, where evil was served, where the rulers had the grace to execute their judgment with righteousness and truth. The world was a cruel, cruel, place, and Hayden knew that; maybe with some justice in the world, things could change. He nodded.
"Thank you, I think I'm going to get it."
Hayden smiled. It was really quite a nice phoenix statue, he thought as he reached over and lifted it off the shelves. And the thought of something that ruled the sky was pretty cool. Maybe he'd talk about it with Adrian. Adrian was a pilot, and he liked the skies himself. He'd understand, maybe think that it was as awesome as Hayden did. It wasn't a large statue by any means-- maybe he'd even bring it over to show the guy in person? No, okay, that was silly. Hayden looked over towards the other man, holding the phoenix in both hands. It seemed to be staring at the red-haired male, staring into his soul.
"I'm really grateful for this. I'd shake your hand, but well..." He laughed sheepishly. "I don't exactly have a hand to shake with you right now, since they're both occupied."
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on May 24, 2013 14:03:26 GMT -8
tagged: hayden. time: may 10th, 2pm. notes: none. Lucien was relieved he'd picked one. After all, every thing he asked about just left Lucien stretching what little he knew more and more. His understanding of Canontese was far better then his understanding of Chinese culture, and the more specific it got, the less he knew. What if he wanted to know the importance of something that wasn't a major figure?
"It's alright." No, it was better that he didn't shake his hand. Lucien was uncomfortable with that level of physical proximity, and he replaced the handshake with a simple nod. "I hope your friend enjoys it at least."
What else? All his manners seemed to have flown away from him. What was the right thing to say? He didn't even know the mans name. How familiar was he supposed to be with him? What should he say?
After a moment, he simply gave another small nod. "It was nice meeting you."
And with that he was off--out of the store, the guard falling into step behind him as he left. He was emotionally exhausted just from a small chat, and he was eager to return home. As much as he'd missed his freedom and missed being outside, it was all a bit too much for him.
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