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Post by MORGAN JANE FARREN on Jan 21, 2012 17:02:13 GMT -5
 -----------------------------------TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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The water was placid, a mirror. Morgan stood on the very edges of the shore, inches from submerging the tips of her toes. Her face was, for once, almost relaxed. Her brows weren’t knitted together, her lips weren’t pursed and ready to throw some insult or another. She just stood, hands in her pockets, staring at the water. Her eyes were distant, lost in thought. The constant little breeze ruffled her hair. It almost would have been gentle, a loving gesture, if not a constant reminder of what she could do, and had done. Morgan crouched low, reaching out her arm. Her fingers hovered just above the water – oddly dainty, almost graceful. Morgan wasn’t the most graceful of people. She was true to her element, a brewing storm. She tilted her head, a distinctly mournful look in her gaze. The water was so crisp, almost pale in the winter light. Morgan couldn’t help thinking that it looked like a grave, calm and beckoning. She had heard awful stories, of the people who found themselves submerged and struggling for the surface while being pulled farther and farther from the brightness of day. She knew she should fear drowning, but she was almost indifferent to the idea altogether. She straightened, suddenly yanking her hand away. She returned her pale fingers to her pockets. One side of her mouth folded into a small frown, though her heart didn’t seem into the anger. She just stared out across the water. It didn’t ripple, or lap against the shore. It seemed frozen, as if all time had paused around them. She wondered if the water, if everything, was holding its breath – waiting for her to make a move. But she didn’t know what move they were expecting, what was desired of her, she only saw the possibilities, all of them daunting.
The stillness was becoming suffocating. Her heart raced. She needed to do something, to act, to make a decision. Her breeze had grown stronger, pulling at her clothes. Her jacket fluttered, almost feeling like it was pulling her towards the water. Morgan took her hands from her pockets and took a single step forward. The water rose around her black shoes, licking at the edges. Morgan’s heart beat had slowed, her face calm but still saddened. She felt like it was beckoning, the placid stillness. She took a deep breath, the wind still tugging at her. She glanced down at herself. She was dressed nicely, at least more formally than usual. She snorted. What was that song, the new one everyone was raving about. She hummed a few bars, the words returning to her. “If I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river, at dawn…” Her voice rang, mocking herself. She knew no one else was present, to hear her. Morgan didn’t have a bad voice, but she was no songbird either. She looked down at her clothes, musing to herself. “Not exactly satin, and I doubt anyone will care enough for roses. But I suppose a skirt and a lake will do.” Now, Morgan wasn’t suicidal. She definitely had her share of emotional troubles, but she had no intention of killing herself. It was just, in that moment, the thought seemed almost tantalizing. She felt like everything around her, natural or not, was urging her onward. She tilted her head, trying to imagine submerging herself. The water would be cold, icy to the touch, breathtakingly so. She took another step forward and her shoes were submerged. The water lapped at her ankles, rippling with the disturbance she had caused. The water seeped into her tights, pricking her skin and making her shiver.
Goose bumps covered her arms. Her eyes narrowed, the breeze increasing to a steady wind. It whipped her hair around her face, caused the once placid lake to lap chaotically at the shore and her now numb feet and ankles. She threw her arms out, her coat billowing out behind her. She laughed almost maniacally, though there wasn’t anything remotely amusing about the situation. But for a moment, with the wind ripping around her, the water lapping at her ankles, her hair whipping around her face – Morgan felt powerful. She felt like an indestructible force. She smiled, the laughter dying away on the wind. She wondered if this was how Storm, Morgan’s favorite X-Men character, or Batman, felt. Did they feel invincible? Did they want to atone for the wrongs they had done? Morgan’s chest heaved, throwing her head back. Her eyes watered slightly. She took another step forward, daring anything to stop her. The water rose to her shins. She clenched her teeth against the cold. With each passing movement, each step, the howling winds around her increased, encasing her in her own vortex of chaos.
TAGGED: Nell Doe Shepherd
OUTFIT: right here.
WORDS: 810
NOTES: x
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr of cv2 ,abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 21, 2012 19:38:56 GMT -5
 Nell believed that philosphy papers were the hardest she had to write. She stretched out on her stomach, her laptop on the arm of the couch, as she tried to think of a way to finish off the paper. If she wasn’t in the library writing papers, she was either outside or in the Earth dorms. Which was similar to being outside, what with all the flowers and the smell of nature. It was rather warm, a difference from the chilly weather out of the castle. The snow was gone, but the cold seemed to linger, as if it couldn’t let go so easily. She was very sensitive to the cold, but she never complained. The cold wasn’t the worse thing she’d ever experienced in her life. And so she simply wore her coat and her scarf and went about with a smile. At least spring was here, which was the season of the Earth students. Winter they had all laid dormant, just like the buds of trees now unfurling into leaves and the flowers pushing up through the cracks in cement whenever she headed out to her car. These things made her feel very happy. It was a good month in her eyes, especially because it was Josh’s birthday month.
Inspiration came to her soon enough that she wrote the last paragraph of her ten page paper. That was what college seemed to consist of, mostly papers that she needed to hand in to her professors. She didn’t mind it. Her major was English, even though her father had a few things to say about that. “Why not foreign language?” he had asked her and she rolled her eyes. It was true, she had an interest in other languages, and she knew Spanish, but English and Literature had won out. Thinking of the devil must have also summoned him, because she got a text from him in the next moment, asking her if she could come over to dinner. Well, the exact text said, “R u free for dinner tonite?” She laughed out loud, luckily no one else was allowed. She texted him yes, adding on, “You text like a four-year-old. Qwerty is there for your benefit.” Their relationship was a strange one, but she was content with it. At least he wasn’t trying too hard anymore, and at least they had come to a silent truce. However, she had yet to actually talk to him about what she wanted to. I killed the woman you love. How do you feel about me, really? He wasn’t a very sentimental person, so she could only imagine how that conversation would go.
She returned the laptop to her messenger bag, and decided that she should go outside. She never liked being cooped up for long periods of time, and so she exited the Earth dorms and headed out for the grounds, shivering a little. The scarf kept her neck warm, but that was about it. She really had no direction, but she eventually chanced upon the lake. Well, she had actually been drawn there when she heard a familiar voice. The sand wasn’t too kind to her mocassins, but she approached the shore to find Morgan the Wind student heading into the water, a steady breeze picking up around her as she held her arms out and laughed. Luckily, Nell kept her hair up in a clip so it didn’t cause too much trouble. What is she doing? Nell liked to experiment with her powers—she was wearing a crown of daises at that moment, one of her favorite things about spring—but she didn’t thnik she’d ever do something like this. Even though they were in different elements. ”Morgan? What are you doing?” she questioned curiously, freezing now from the winds the girl was creating.
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Post by MORGAN JANE FARREN on Jan 21, 2012 20:10:08 GMT -5
-----------------------------------TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
[/size][/i] AND HEAD BACK TOWARD THE MILKY WAY
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The wind was growing stronger. It had begun as a breeze, just a light little thing, and become something else entirely. It now howled around Morgan, whipping in a way that was no longer tender and teasing but violent and cutting. The sand along the banks of the lake was rising, creating swirls of dust storms around the grasses. Helter skelter pieces of rubble were flying through the air, slamming to the ground then rising again to spin dangerously around Morgan in the vortex she was subconsciously creating. Morgan’s chest heaved, her eyes as wild as the air around her. Despite the flying stones, not a single struck her, nor even brushed her fingertips. She felt alive, like she could take down the world around her. Her feet had gone entirely numb, though the water lapping at her shins was becoming more insistant, pulling her in. She took another step further, flirting with danger in a way that set her nerves on edge. She was about to move forward once more, when she heard an infuriatingly familiar voice. “Morgan? What are you doing?” Morgan whipped her head around over her shoulder. Her eyes were a mixture of poison, fury, and wild abandon. Her hair whipped across her face, covering her mouth and leaving just her eyes available. Even from a distance, the glare was piercing. Morgan’s gaze settled on Nell and, without quite thinking about it, she let out a screech. Morgan had a moment, a single delicious moment, of power. And Nell had come to tear it down, to tear her down. Morgan couldn’t lose this, this feeling, the racing of her heart and the growing freedom that came with each step into the water. Whether Nell had any knowledge of what she was walking into, she had provided an incredibly deadly combination. She had found Morgan when she was extremely emotional, and now threatened – the only two things which seemed to set off her abilities.
Morgan turned to completely face Nell, her shins still submerged in water. Her hair blew around her, her arms slowly lowering to her sides. “You have no right to be here!” She screamed, her voice high pitched but distinct amongst the chaos of her storm. Strangely, the strongest emotion wasn’t fury, but fear. She feared what Nell would take from her, the feeling of strength and independence. But even more than that, she feared what she might do to Nell. Despite the indestructible power she felt, she wasn’t stupid. She knew she had no control over what would happen, over what she would do. She had no power, no control. Any inkling of control she had had vanished, been consumed by the wind around her. Morgan clenched her teeth, her chest heaving. She wanted Nell to leave, to go back to how it had been. The wind was only growing stronger, as Morgan’s terror grew. Her voice became more hysterical. “Get away from me!” She whirled back to face the water. She didn’t know how things had changed so quickly. She strode into the water with more determination. She would shock herself numb, make everything go away. Would the wind stop if she felt nothing at all? The water was up to her thighs, then her waist. She sucked in a breath. The waves lapped against her stomach, making her gasp at the icy touch. She tilted her head back again, her face stony. The cliffs loomed over the lake, seeming more imposing than they ever had before. Morgan stared at them, as if her determination could make them crumble, or make Nell vanish.
TAGGED: Nell Doe Shepherd
OUTFIT: right here.
WORDS: 605
NOTES: x
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr of cv2 ,abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 22, 2012 16:56:41 GMT -5
Nell wondered if this is what Odysseus felt like when faced with the Sirens. For some reason, half of her felt drawn to Morgan. Was she just stupid, or was it because of this display of wild, reckless power? She didn’t know, but her feet wouldn’t unstick themselves from the ground. She stayed at the shore, hand over her eyes to try and shielf her face from the whipping winds and just in case a stay pebble decided to thwack her in the face. The screech was something that brought a Siren to mind again, and Nell felt her heart thumping against her ribcage. What was this girl, anywho? She could honestly say she’d never met anyone like her, and she was wondering whether that was a good or bad thing. How wary should she be? How dangerous was Morgan? In this state, the danger was quite apparent. Nell wondered what grade she was in, how much control she had over her powers. She herself usually refrained from large displays of her powers, save for now trying to create earthquakes. She’d lost control before, and it affected her in many ways—there was no way she’d ever lift a hand against anyone else again, and there was no way she would use her powers to protect herself. She knew now she may be capable of handling herself if put in another situation as terrifying, but her scars were physical as well as psychological. One didn’t bounce back from a violent past unaffected.
The girl turned to face her all the way then, and even though she knew she should, Nell didn’t draw back. Didn’t run away. She’d faced scarier. She’d faced a courtroom of people who thought her to be a coldblooded murderer, she faced her grandfather, her aunt, her mother, her entire family. She didn’t back away when Josh threatened her with a switchblade, didn’t back away when any of her other friends were in emotional distress—Noly, Ace, Ashley… She didn’t like being a coward. Her eyebrows knitted together when Morgan shouted that she had no right to be there. In the lake? School property? It was almost funny, except that it wasn’t. ”I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something,” she said, a little confused now. But that wasn’t anything knew. People were confusing sometimes. Or all the time. It wasn’t a very good sign that the winds were picking up, her scarf threatening to untuck from her jacket, the sash around her jacket flying around. ”All right, I’ll do that as soon as you get out of the water,” Nell said, determination tight in her voice. ”You’re going to make yourself sick.” Both from the water and from the use of her powers. A wind this long couldn’t last forever, and Morgan would be hit hard from the affects of it once it calmed. Which meant passing out, most likely. It had happened to Nell before, when she spent last year trying to make up for so many years missed.
Morgan looked to be going deeper into the water, and the Earth girl squared her shoulders. ”Morgan, I am not kidding, you have to get out of there.” The water was freezing, she was using up her powers, this was all very bad. Nell knew she had no right to be telling the girl what to do, but she wished she’d at least consider her words. She didn’t just order people out of freezing lakes for her health. This was all for Morgan, she didn’t really care about the fact that a volatile Wind student was not a good one to be around. Was it courage or stupidity? Nell didn’t really think about those things. Her actions came before her thoughts.
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Post by MORGAN JANE FARREN on Jan 22, 2012 21:00:26 GMT -5
-----------------------------------TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
[/size][/i] AND HEAD BACK TOWARD THE MILKY WAY
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The possibility of passing out hadn’t even remotely occurred to Morgan. Those basic rules, about limits and what happened when you pushed them, were things inherently known or explained by parents, or even in the early months of freshman year. Well, Morgan’s parents weren’t going to tell her anything. And she had arrived at the school well into the second semester of freshman year. As of yet, Morgan hadn’t pushed herself to that brink yet, to the point of unconsciousness. She was an emotional person, but episodes like these were few and far between. The incident that had caused Sebastian’s injury had been the first, and the last. For all that Morgan was aggressive, emotional, guilty, unstable, a bitch – she was rarely truly devastatingly emotional. So how could she know that as she waded further and further into the water, as the winds grew from a storm to a gale and dangerously past, that she wasn’t just taking foolish risks, but possibly deadly ones as well?
Few words actually made it through the howling wind, and those that did only heightened Morgan’s anger and fear. Nell’s persistence was impossible for Morgan to understand. Her hands were balled into fists. She swayed slightly in the water, each wave making her unsteady on her feet. The water was murky around her. She turned over her shoulder, eyes blazing. “Make myself sick? I’m about to bring a tornado that’s going to tear your bitchy little head from the rest of your fucking body, and you’re worried about me catching a cold?!” Morgan was beyond incredulous. Maybe this girl had a death wish, a secret suicide deal or something but felt too guilt ridden to actually do it. So what, she was going to use Morgan, make it look like murder or an accident or whatever the hell it was? Morgan refused to face Nell any longer. Nell could do what she pleased, preferably leave or go meddle in someone else’s shit. She wasn’t Morgan’s responsibility – nothing and no one was. Morgan took another stumbling step into the water, the waves now lapping at her chest, splashing droplets onto her chin. Nell shouted something else, random words making it through the chaos. “Fuck off!” Nell was shouting something about the water, about needing to get out, but Morgan didn’t give a damn. She would run out of steam eventually, she was sure.
Morgan’s knees began to shake. The power, the strength she had felt, was waning. She didn’t understand it. Her arms drooped at her sides. She was being pushed hither and thither by ever little movement of the water. She could no longer tell where Nell’s voice was coming from. Morgan didn’t understand the onset of weakness, or the dizziness that was beginning to accompany it. She put her hands out to steady herself, forgetting there was nothing but water on all sides. The wind was growing stronger, all thoughts of Nell were pushed to the back of her mind. She no longer felt strong, or even angry. She just felt afraid. She had known all along she couldn’t control it, how strong it got or where it stopped. She couldn’t do anything. That feeling though, those first inklings of strength, had been so intoxicating – Morgan hadn’t been able to stop herself. Terror crept up her, threatening to emerge in a scream. She threw her head over her shoulder, looking for anyone, her eyes desperate. Her vision swam, things becoming strangely silent as blackness closed in – first on her peripherals, then over everything. Water rushed up around her neck and face as she stumbled forwards. The water ate at her, steeling over every inch of her skin and plastering her clothing and hair to her body. But Morgan felt none of it. She was limp as the water sucked her down. It was ironic really. She had always wondered what it felt like to drown.
TAGGED: Nell Doe Shepherd
OUTFIT: right here.
WORDS: 654
NOTES: goodbye Morgan?
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr of cv2 ,abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 25, 2012 16:33:31 GMT -5
Nell simply blinked calmly at the girl when she threatened to send a tornado at her. She knew that high levels of fear or stress caused terrifying shows of elemental prowess. She had done it herself, and it had almost landed her in prison. However, there was the matter of whether or not Morgan was capable of it at this point. Tornados were college level stuff, and this girl seemed to look like she was still in her teens. Nell hadn’t even gotten the hang of earthquakes yet in her freshman year, and probably wouldn’t until far into the future. If she was truly terrified? She may be capable of fracturing the ground beneath her, but that would have instant, serious repurcussions. There always seemed to be give and take with the elements. ”Yeah,” Nell stated simply to the rather hysteric brunette. Yes, she was worried about Morgan catching her death. It was one of her top things to worry about. Sickness was a terrifying thing to her. She had a panic attack when she had caught a cold that turned into the flu that may have become pneumonia if Josh hadn’t been there—and that was all because she refused to admit that she was ill. Or rather, as she told her then-boyfriend to call it, “fuzzy”. Besides, it was not only sickness Morgna had to worry about.
The wind was certainly too strong, but Nell picked up the other girls expletive and had the temptation to roll her eyes. She wasn’t so easily exasperated, though—it took a lot more than a raging Wind student to get under her skin. Her mother had done it rather well, her aunt had the special key, and in the beginning of the rekindling relationship, her father had been exceptionally good at it. Only her family and those close to her managed to affect her in a way that made her angry. She believed that’s why she was so upset when she believed Josh had cheated on her—his betrayal would have been the worse thing. Of course, she didn’t blame anyone but herself for that fight, and she didn’t like to think on it since they both determined that it was better just to forget. She watched, wondering what was happening when Morgan reached out her hands. She took a step back, tilting her head a bit, loose strands of hair whipping into her mouth and back out again.
There was no moment of hesitation when Morgan collapsed into the water. Nell was already moving into the lake, the water soaking through her mocassins, her jean legs. She didn’t care. Reaching the Wind girl, Nell hauled her up, bringing her head above water. Morgan wasn’t at all heavy, but water resistance and the fact Nell’s body was recovering from malnutrition was not working in her favor. Getting her out of the water was only half of the battle, and Nell managed to try CPR on the fainted girl. She didn’t think there was any water in her lungs, else she was just bad at CPR—it was mostly exhaustion that caused her to pass out. She lifted the girl up bridal style, letting out a soft “oof” when she realized that she really needed to start building her muscle back up, bringing her leg up to help in the carrying. Not eating for months had really taken its toll, and even though it hadn’t been her fault that her depression had affected her body so, she felt like a weak person for it. Physically and mentally. Nell was anything but, and it was her conviction that brought Morgan to the medical wing, her panting by the time she reached the building. She’d have liked to stay, but she needed to change before anything, else she would get sick herself. Of course, she’d come back to visit—maybe it was just that she was a masochist, but she wanted to make sure Morgan was okay.
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