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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 26 2006, 05:31 PM (431 Views) | |
| Taera | Oct 26 2006, 05:31 PM Post #1 |
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Taera sat comfortably on the dock swishing her feet in the water. A cool breeze ruslted through her hair. The day was perfect for doing nothing. Yet she felt a slight uneaze. The day never was supposed to be like this. She usually had people to deal with. Although this sunny day was a rare occasion. So she decided to enjoy it instead of worrying about something she didnt even know about. She smiled as she stuffed a choclate bon bon in her mouth and watched the white puffy clouds go across the sun. |
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| Molly | Nov 16 2006, 01:54 PM Post #2 |
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[size=1]Cassie yawned and put her hand over her mouth hurriedly, picking up a reasonably flat stone and skimming it across the water. Four bounces. It was her record. She loved it here mostly because it was so quiet. You could sit and read, or draw, or just gaze into the distance, and nobody complained or talked to you. Nobody expected you to chat to them. There was nothing Cassie hated more than trying to draw with someone sitting beside her, nattering on. Her replies were always short, always useless, and yet the people involved never seemed to notice, but carried on talking. Cassie thought talking was overrated. One of the things she appreciated about Darren was that he was fine with them sitting silently in the same room, and he didn't get annoyed or upset when she didn't say anything. She pulled a piece of paper from her bag. It was what she was currently working on. It depicted two boats tied to a pier, a storm raging around them, and yet the thin, tatty piece of rope that kept them from plunging headfirst into it holding them firmly. For some reason, though Cassie hated storms with a passion - they were far too loud - she loved drawing them. There was, after all, something beautiful about the way the sky darkened majestically, about the deep grey clouds that drifted above everything, about the sudden strikes of lightning. She loved dragons, too - she often drew them in storms, water, or fire. They were, in her opinion, far better than humans. She often remarked to herself that one day, humans would die out and dragons would take over, and the dragons would be a lot better at controlling everything than the goddesses. For instance, there would be no Shadows with dragons ruling. Cassie was sure of that. She didn't like Shadows. They were like those monsters from little kids' storybooks, black and evil and dangerous. Okay, maybe they'd once been human or whatever, maybe they'd once been like her, but Cassie wasn't going to sympathize with creatures who murdered - and worse - so carelessly. She'd had a few arguments with Darren about that a while back - he refused to believe that they were "bad". That was Darren all over. Nobody is born evil. "I bet," he'd said in the last argument, "that if just one of us bastard humans helped them they'd be better." She didn't particularly like arguments. They were a waste of time and energy. It wasn't that she was bothered about upsetting people - if she upset people, she upset people, she wasn't gonna go crying about it - but it just seemed to her pointless. She shook her head and turned back to her paper, sketching the waves of the sea in gently.[/size] |
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| Rosy | Nov 19 2006, 05:29 PM Post #3 |
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"That's lovely." Sarah said. She was behind Cassie as she drew. Her blonde hair flew behind her as the mist of the ocean sea carried it like a tide. "What's the art's purpose?" She asked her blue eyes seemed dull against the aqua sea water. She smiled. Her lips were slightly chapped, but weren't bleeding. The chapness was because the ocean air and the salt and the biting of her lip caused it. She looked at the art, "Every art work has a sole purpose... if it doesn't then it doesn't tell a story." Sarah finished. Her father was a sailor, and talked so much about when he'd be rich and come home with everything they ever needed. He had yet to do so. She sighed and looked at the art work in wonder. Was it to to show what... what a mess we've made in war fighting. Fighting. She knew that this was probably a very life-like art. She sighed. It looked like the real sea as people imagined... or was it only her father? |
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| Molly | Nov 20 2006, 10:46 AM Post #4 |
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[size=1]Cassie started and turned around. The art's purpose... it made her think. "I guess it's showing that even things that look weak can be strong?" A wry smile crossed her face. It sounded like the sort of moral-type-thing she'd have heard in Assembly back in her old world. Just as stupid, too. Because things that looked weak usually were weak, in her experience. "I'm not good with purposes. Or stories." She turned back to the drawing. This girl sounded like the type to ramble on - hopefully she would. If she did that, Cassie could relax and just draw; she could leave this girl to do all the talking, with the occasional nod now and then. Even better, she might start telling her story, and then Cassie could completely ignore her. [/size] |
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| Rosy | Nov 20 2006, 04:53 PM Post #5 |
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Sarah nodded. "My father was a sailor, no one knew the sea better." Sarah sighed. She looked at Cassie's art. "You probably just want to draw, am I correct?" She asked and crossed her arms. Sarah brushed her hair to the side and looked at the art. "It looks realistic." She commented. She knew Cassie was probably annoyed by her, so she just looked at the gentle sea. The cold water that she wanted her father to see. Oh, how much she worried. Would he be back in time to see her be a woman? Would he be back to see her fight a shadow and win? She probably wouldn't. She sighed yet again and looked from Cassie's art to the sea. "Who are you?" She asked Cassie. She looked at her and then at the sun. How plesant would the sun be? Would it cast glow over the dock? Could she find sand? Sand, the wonderful texture. She didn't know why this paradise lacked it... or did it? She had never been to the darkess sides of the paradise. Would she ever? Once again, probably not. |
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| Molly | Nov 22 2006, 02:18 PM Post #6 |
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[size=1]The girl was right, but it made Cassie feel awful - like she was shutting the girl out or something. And... maybe company wasn't so bad? She bit her lip, and then spoke brightly. "Oh no, it's fine. Really. It's quite... err... soothing, honestly." She forced her fake smile on her face, the one she'd got from back when her mother had been looking after her, and had asked her coldly what she'd been up to, or the teachers had asked if "everything was all right". "You can stay, that's fine." Oh, she hated it when people made her feel guilty. Fuming, she drew a line so hard it actually ripped the paper. Great. Her fucking picture was ruined. She took a deep, deep breath. Darren would nick something to get it back together. It would be fine. She tried to cover her anger and make the fake smile bigger. Ow. Not that big; she didn't want to seem demented. She started to sketch in the ripples in the sea; the glimpses of plants underneath; but kept herself listening in case the girl decided to ignore the fact that Cassie was behaving like a maniac and continue the... well, you could hardly call it a conversation. [/size] |
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| Rosy | Nov 22 2006, 03:05 PM Post #7 |
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Sarah smiled. She looked at the rip. "Ok, I'll stay then. Oh, and do you need tape for that?" She asked pointing to the rip. "I suppose I told you my moments, how my dad was a sailor. I want you to tell me the reason your clothes look so matted." Sarah said not in a mean way, but more in a concerned way. She brushed her blonde hair to the side and she hoped Cassie had ignored her comment of clothing. "Do you have any siblings?" She asked and tapped her chin with her nail. She looked in her bag at her book, 'Guiding Lights.' It was about a young girl who ran away from life... her parents seemed abusive, and her siblings blammed the creation of evil on the poor child. Sad. She pulled it out and sat down on the wet ground. She opened it and smiled at Cassie. "Have you ever read this?" She asked and held out the book. "It's magnificent if you'd like to borrow it... I suppose it's for people older than 19... but I'm only 16, so I suppose it's well, I hope I don't get in trouble... I can't though. You probably heard this rumour, but my dad left my sister and I. Have you ever felt abandoned? Or ever abandoned someone else?" She asked and sighed. |
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| Molly | Nov 22 2006, 03:23 PM Post #8 |
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[size=1]Blinking at the sudden rush of questions - Cassie, as a quiet person, was always a little confused and uneasy in the presence of more dramatic people - Cassie tried to think up answers. The clothing remark intrigued her; she didn't reckon the girl was saying it to be mean, but still, it was a strange statement to make, especially to someone you didn't know very well. Weird. "OK, to answer all that..." She paused, smiling slightly at her reluctance to speak about herself, then set herself a sort of mental challenge to tell everything. "To answer all that, yep, I'll need tape, but I can probably borrow it off... a friend... yes, you told me your dad was a sailor. Mine was a thief or something, probably. They're matted because I live on the streets with this friend of mine, because I was stupid enough not to bring enough from the world I stumbled into here from, I have a little sister called Megan, I've not read that, I've not read much in this world, but sure; and I felt abandoned all the time I live with my bitch of a mot- I mean, the bitch of a woman I assumed was my mother for almost fifteen years." The outburst made her feel better, in a way. Making talking did help; she didn't especially care. She didn't want to be helped, she wanted to be left alone. Or at least... it was easier that way. Darren, he was different. She didn't mind being with him. Dear God, girl, you're falling in love with the man! She ignored the voice in her head - she didn't want to have to listen to it - and instead turned back to the girl. There was one question she hadn't answered. Or ever abandoned someone else? I didn't abandon Megan, she told herself. She has her parents, her friends... Yet she thought about how much Megan had adored her and felt a pang of guilt. "It isn't my fault!" she wanted to scream. "I didn't choose to leave that world." And yet, had you been given the choice, you would have. It was the truth. She decided to ignore the voices - wasn't that what she was famous for doing? Ignoring things? Wasn't that what was so terrible about her?[/size] |
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| Rosy | Nov 22 2006, 03:37 PM Post #9 |
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"I see..." Sarah said and smiled. "I know it seems weird, but I feel that living on the streets is probably paradise to what my sister keeps trying to tell me. That my father has left and married, and plans to never come back... but I feel a twinge that she might be correct." Sarah sighed. "Have you ever wanted something to be wrong when you can't help but know it's right?" She asked and then brushed at her hair. She looked at the water, "Don't you love the water? I mean, I know I'm not an elemental water girl, but, don't you just love it? I know as wind it's opposite of air, but... I don't know." She sighed. "It's like a mystery waiting to be solved!" She looked at Cassie. "If you want to tell me something please do, if you don't, don't bother with it." She said and smiled at her. "I don't exactly mind if you don't trust me, sometimes I don't trust myself." Sarah got onto her knees. "It's amusing, how stupid people can be, that they don't know they are being watched... watched." She went at her eyes with her hands. "I can't help but think shadows are watching us everywhere, don't you?" Sarah had the feeling she was asking too many questions, so she ceased at the questions at the time. |
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| Molly | Nov 22 2006, 03:52 PM Post #10 |
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[size=1]Cassie wanted to laugh. Oh yeah. Your father's gone and married someone else, and doesn't care about you. Big deal. Try living with the woman I lived with for as long as I lived with her, see what you're like then. She felt so purely contemptuous towards this girl that she found herself forcing her mouth shut. If she didn't, she would say something stupid. And water. Water was wonderful, Cassie adored it, and the way Sarah was speaking about it angered her. "The water's mine!" she wanted to say. "Hands off!" Only of course she couldn't, could she? After all, it was water. Not her water, not anyone's water. She sighed. "Shadows are Shadows. Of course they watch people." Cassie, at the moment, felt she couldn't manage to say anything more without vomiting, or shrieking, or committing murder, or something, so she just tried to smile, failed, and instead concentrated on trying to appear as if she didn't want to rip the girl's head off her shoulders. She didn't quite understand why she was so angry, but she really, really was. It was stupid - she really didn't understand it. It wasn't as if this girl was that much of a bitch - she was just a little infuriating, that's all. Cassie had to learn to calm herself.[/size] |
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| Rosy | Nov 22 2006, 04:03 PM Post #11 |
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Sarah sighed, she knew she wasn't exactly wanted. She sat down on the cold ground stretched out her legs and held the book and began... you couldn't call it reading for she was thinking... I know it, I'm not really wanted... No, I'm deffinately not needed. I am acting as if I have the worst like on the earth. I'm a fucking bitch. She felt suddenly dissapointed. She crossed her legs and then sighed. I'm an idiot, a shitty idiot. No, I'm not an idiot, the world is so moronic and crappy I couldn't be an idiot. She knew she shouldn't hate herself, but it was hard not to. If you don't hate yourself who can you hate? Life? No too hard to hate. Death. Yes, you can always hate death. I'm a son of a gun, a bastard. If I knew how freaking idiotic I was I would have never left... to here. That girl I'm talking to has a worst life then you do, and you only worry about how you're going to fucking pay taxes? You're a bastard, a selfish bastard. She decided to read. Reading would make herself not feel so lousy, and not so... you know out of it. She felt horrible. Horrible, no she felt like she thought, she felt like a selfish bastard. |
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| Molly | Nov 25 2006, 10:21 AM Post #12 |
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[size=1]At first when the girl went quiet, Cassie was glad. But then she saw the reproachful expression on her face. Oh, honestly. It wasn't Cassie's fault if some people couldn't handle someone disliking them. But all the same, she wondered... should she say something? Do something? It was a lot easier just to keep drawing. Life. So many people went around fucking it up. Stupid, stupid. They went around all miserable, making things harder for themselves, hating themselves, buried in their own self-pity. It was pointless and stupid. Cassie was the type of person who takes the easy option. What's the point in going around moping? But what were you supposed to say? "Look, why are you fucking your life up?" And she'd said it, hadn't she? She was a stupid bloody bitch, she'd said it out loud. Oh dear.[/size] |
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| Rosy | Nov 26 2006, 06:47 PM Post #13 |
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Sarah had, had enough. She clenched her teeth and looked at Cassie with a glare. She said loudly, "And why are you such a fucking loser? Why are you like fucking mad?" She asked and clenched her fists. "Why do you have to be such a fucking ass-whole?" She asked and then looked at Cassie blinking as if she was truly asking. Sarah hated it when she lost her temper. She then yawned. "This is my last thing, what the hell are you doing fucking around?" She asked. She crossed her arms and then sighed. "No, I know why, as I said, you're an ass-whole. And no need for thanking me for pointing it out that you have a crap of a problem, that only knowing that the shit that you say is nothing. Now damn you, and stop thinking about what my shit is, even though I'm ok. This is a sad book, but the way you look it looks like you shouldn't be talking about me fucking my life, since technically you fucked yours too." She finished and took a deep breath. |
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| Molly | Nov 27 2006, 11:57 AM Post #14 |
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"Whoa, whoa. Chill." Cassie couldn't help finding the outburst comical - and yet to laugh would be to get Sarah even more infuriated. She hadn't been trying to dig at her - OK, that was a lie, she had; but still, there was no reason to come out with that. How many fuckings could you get in one sentence? OK, maybe Cassie was an asshole. But what was new? Surely this girl had been able to tell that from the conversation already? And hey, Cassie hadn't fucked up her life. She wasn't going to say that, though. She wasn't going to admit that her mother didn't want her. She needed to reply. Anyway, she didn't consider her own life too bad. That was the point. "My life isn't awful, though my bitch of a mother did her very best to fuck it up." There. Short, sweet, concise, and to-the-point. Cassie felt almost proud. |
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| Rosy | Nov 27 2006, 05:58 PM Post #15 |
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She rolled her eyes at Cassie's comment. "Oh please! Save yourself the fricking trouble! You know that your mother was just trying to un-fuck everything! You know that, you're just too muh of a spoiled rotten bitch to even notice that she wanted you happy! Or are you admitting that you know your a hell of a moronic fool!" Sarah said and breathed in deeply, out of breath. Sarah looked at her feet and stood up and looked at Cassie in a bitter way. She wrapped her hand around her wrist and finally smiled. "Do you have anything to add to my list of complaints or am I about finished, which I know I'm not, I have so many things to add! Oh the excetras I could put!" Sarah crossed her arms and then her face pulled back into a regular "not thinking about anything" look. She nodded. "I could finish, but I'd have a sore throat, and it would take me seventeen years and I don't have that kind of time to waste!" She exclaimed. Her mouth was getting sore by all of the things she was saying. "I'm talking too much, but then again, so are you!" She smirked and then brushed a bang to the side. |
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