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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Dec 22, 2011 16:56:26 GMT -5
 Nell placed the vase of flowers near one of the large windows that had a view of the playground. The daycare wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t horribly small either. It served the more residential area of Maple Hollow, and overall the Earth girl thought it was nice. Quaint, almost. She felt a tug at her shirt and blinked down to see a little girl with huge green eyes, moisture gathering in the lids. ”What happened, Casey?” she asked, kneeling down in front of the girl so they were at eye level. ”I-I wanted to play with the truck, but Aaron took it,” she said as she sniffled, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. She was trying to hold the tears in, but it wasn’t really working for her. Nell tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows. ”Case, you know you have to share.” It seemed to be one of the biggest things children had to learn at this age. The young girl made a frustrated sound in her throat, and Nell almost expected her to stomp her Mary Janes. ”There are other toys you can play with, baby,” she advised, looking over at the floor where kids were sitting on the puzzle mats and playing with the toys Nell was careful to disinfect every day.
Casey stuck out her lower lip, and luckily that gesture didn’t absolutely kill Nell anymore. There may have been a time when she’d been willing to give a child anything because of that look—and the kids must have known it, considering that they perfected it—but she had learned pretty soon that that wasn’t the way to go. ”I don’t wanna play with those!” the girl protested indignantly. Nell’s lips twitched into a soft smile. ”Did you ask Aaron to share the truck with you?” she questioned, and Casey nodded enthusiastically. ”He said it wasn’t my turn!” Before this job, before spending so much time around children, Nell might have been at a lost at what to do. Or maybe not. She always did what she felt was right with children, and it usually worked out. ”How about you help me out with watering the plants?” This usually worked, and Nell knew that she’d gotten Casey’s interest by the way those brown eyes lit up.
At this age, kids still looked up to authority figures and when one asked them to help with something that the adult usually did, it made them feel important, more mature. Nell picked up the girl and held her with one arm while the other held the watering can. ”Make sure to give it enough water, but not too much,” she warned, and Casey nodded silently, so intense with her gaze that Nell bit her lip to hold back a laugh. The child held the watering can in both hands and she supported the bottom without letting the girl in her arm become aware of it—she knew she’d been rejected if Casey knew she was getting help. The water splashed into the pot of the plant, and Nell took her around to all the plants she had brought to the classroom. Ms. Kustack was helping one of the children with a coloring book, and Nell liked this feeling of being content, even with the shrill voices of excited children all around.
After they had left, still early afternoon, Ms. Kustack said, ”Thank you for the plants, Nell, really livens the place up.” The Earth girl smiled and said that it was no problem at all. She had grown them herself, after all, and she believed it’d give the kids a more comfortable environment. ”Also, good job with Casey. She seems to be the odd one out.” Nell looked at the discarded toys that she had cleaned with Lysol wipes minutes earlier, her lips twitching contemplatively. ”She’s a sweet girl, I’m sure she’ll come into her own soon enough.” For all the ways that childhood was easy, it was also hard. The thought occurred to Nell that she had never had these experiences the children she was working with now had every day. Instead of instilling sadness, it pushed her to further doing whatever she could to help them hae a healthy and happy childhood.
And it was amazing these things didn’t make her sad, so it provided her with hope. It spurred her to head back to school to see if any of her friends were hanging around. She knew quite a few people that boarded at school, even though she didn’t, having her own apartment. It was still early in the afternoon, so Nell saw students lingering around the grounds, and she spoke to a few groups before they eventually tapered off and she was left, deciding to head to the gardens. The place was peaceful, as a haven for Earths should be, and it was the perfect place to relax. Even though she felt that she was getting better, it was hard to summon the energy she used to have to do random and stupid things. She chose to sit at a bench and took out the Nietzsche essays she’d been reading, legs pretzel-folded with the book lying on the bench in front of her. Her hands played with her hair and stretched over her head, because even with the lack of energy, she just couldn’t sit still.
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Post by MORGAN JANE FARREN on Jan 20, 2012 20:43:15 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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There wasn’t one specific problem with the world. There were many, hundreds upon thousands. Some were so minute they were hardly worth attention, much less the energy expended by anxiety. Others were so consuming they couldn’t be tackled by just one individual, it had to be a whole group, like when the Justice League all teamed up and battled the villains Batman just couldn’t take care of by himself. At least, that was the way Morgan saw it. Though if this metaphor were to be continued, she knew she wouldn’t be pleased with her category. There were two ends of the spectrum. She could be Robin, who was too weak to even fight off a robber on his own. He always had to have Batman swing in and do some major karate. Or there was like, Lex Luthor, who was always going around killing Superman and kidnapping Lois Lane. Either way, it was bad, which was why Morgan had long since given up using this metaphor. Plus, though she adored Batman in an almost cult-like way, there was something childish about adoring a superhero. It just wouldn’t work with her reputation. She could just imagine it now. ”Yeah, that’s the chick that skewered her brother with a tree. Did you know she really likes Batman?” No, they didn’t work well together. She could just imagine the names they would call her behind her back, not that they weren’t already bad. Some of the braver kids had nicknamed her Hurricane. She had to admit, despite her annoyance at the name, it was incredibly fitting.
Morgan was jerked from her thoughts as her toe caught on a protruding root. Her arms flailed and she swore under her breath, stumbling awkwardly. She regained her footing, tugging her sweater back into place. She scowled, running a hand through her hair. Her eyes narrowed and she glanced in all directions. She had come to the gardens with the express desire of being utterly and completely alone, but she felt watched all the same. She dusted herself off, though her clothing was as impeccable as if it had come straight from the shelves. She shoved her hands in her pockets, continuing on her way. The gardens were nearly abandoned this time of year, the cold and threat of snow discouraging most who ventured beyond their doors. Most, except the Fires. They just went around as they pleased, flaunting short sleeved shirts in the middle of winter. Morgan’s expression soured further, a warning breeze tugging at her loose hair. Morgan thought of the elementals, herself included, as a species totally separate from humans. And each specific elemental was its own subspecies, totally different from each other. Being this as such, Morgan had given labels to some of the subspecies. She thought of the Fires in general as cocky and snooty. While Waters were more goody-goody, the ones that got extra credit in every class just for being there. Earth were the jocks, the tough guys. They were tough, but not “rebels” like the Fires. She kicked a stray stone, watching it clattered against other helter skelter pebbles. Her face relaxed some, but while others found their faces relaxing into neutrality or quiet peace, Morgan’s features went from really pissed to just vaguely irritated.
A voice echoed suddenly. Morgan froze in her steps, her eyes snapping wide open. Her muscles were tensed. That little breeze pulled at her hair again, teasing her, reminding her of all the pain she could cause. Morgan strained to hear the voices, two of them, a man and a woman. She picked up words, amidst the giggling of the woman. ”Do you know how beautiful you are?” It was the man’s voice, but it was soon drowned by the giggles. Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed together and she rolled her eyes. She had been there for two minutes, and she already wanted to stuff a sock, or a small dog, through this chick’s lips. The man was whispering more, sappy pathetic poem type stuff about the woman’s eyes as pools of water, or something along those lines. Morgan glanced up at the trees, their leaves ruffling slightly. She chewed a lip, closing her eyes and concentrating with all her might. She balled her hands into fists. She didn’t want to really hurt the man and woman just…antagonize them a bit. She popped open one eye. The wind hadn’t increased, in fact, it was gone altogether. Morgan gave a muted shout of frustration, slamming her balled fist into the nearest thing. This happened to be a tree trunk. She swore loudly, clutching her hand to her chest and marching through the trees. Twigs tugged at her sweater, but she ignored them. "I love you. No I love you." Her voice mocked the man and woman, her eyes narrow. She still cradled her one hand, which was scratched and bleedling lightly. Morgan eventually stopped walking and just sat, plopping herself down on a small brick wall that bordered the garden. She hugged one knee to her chest, letting the other foot dangle off the wall. She looked out in the distance, lost in thought. The little ever-present breeze had returned, winding around her face, mocking her as she had mocked the couple only moments before. She was in a rare form, even for her. Frustration seemed to leak from her pores like sweat, she was almost certain it glistened on her temple. Bad news tended to have that effect. But Morgan would treat the bad news like she treated anything else she came her way. She would ignore it.
TAGGED: Nell Doe Shepherd
OUTFIT: right here.
WORDS: 932
NOTES: oh the chaos...
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 20, 2012 21:13:40 GMT -5
It was as if Nell sensed a disturbance in the force. Even though she wasn’t very observant, especially when absorbed in something else, she usually was aware enough that she wasn’t so caught off guard and surprised. While reading, she had kept her hands busy in her hair, blooming little white wildflowers and threading them in her hair. She din’t really care that she was a stereotypical Earth student—she loved her element. Even though…its leader and her weren’t on the best terms. She wanted to be friends, but she understood how she had betrayed him. She’d lied to him about who she was, her name, what she did back in America. Ashton had every right not to trust her, just like the other friends who decided it would be best to stay away from her. She couldn’t blame them. She didn’t have a very high view of herself, especially when she knew she’d made so many mistakes in her life. Her life could almost be considered a mistake in itself. There were a few good decisions she made—taking the antidepressants, getting a job at the daycare, accepting Josh’s proposal. But there were so many other regrets she had that tended to bring her down.
Whereas she’d been lost in her book with these thoughts circling her mind, she looked up when she heard a string of swears, brown eyes blinking. She looked over and saw a brunette by a tree, holding her hand. Nell couldn’t connect what she happened since she really didn’t have any context clues, so she didn’t understand why the girl was upset. But she obviously was. Hands on her head, Nell watched as she headed for a wall. Now, Nell could have just left her alone. Probably should have. The first words the Earth heard from her mouth were curses and she had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ expression on her face. That usually warned people off. She wasn’t part of that ‘usually’. She was not easily intimidated. It sometimes worked out for the worse. Well, she wondered if she could consider the night she met Josh and he almost shanked her really bad, because that is how they met. But there were other times. Like when she didn’t show fear to the two shitheads who jumped her and they decided to show her why she should fear them. That wasn’t her fault entirely though, either.
In any case, she had a poor track record of sticking her tail between her legs. She had ran from the country and lived as a fugitive for a year, but that was one of the only things that did intimidate her—the government. Cute brunette girls…not so much. She closed the book, getting up and shaking out her legs as they’d fallen asleep. She approached the girl and leaned her back against the wall, book held in front of her. ”You all right?” she questioned, her voice not sickly sweet or sympathetic. Just honestly curious. ”Heard your potty mouth, and was wondering who you were cussing out.” Her tone was light and jovial, as Nell always had an easygoing demaenor. Even when this girl might punch her in the face. One never really knew who belonged to which element. The gardens were generally the Earth stomping ground, but that didn’t mean Thunders or Fires couldn’t lurk. And she had a little bit of a bad history with those types. Still, she always gave the benefit of the doubt.
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Post by imaginaryfriend on Jan 20, 2012 22:30:11 GMT -5
Ashley was grateful for the help of one of her fellow fire students for holding her hair and she vomited for the third time in the last hour. She wasn't sure who the helpful student was or even where she was exactly but she felt safe and that was always a good thing. "Come On Ash! Do you have any Idea what time it is? Too early to have your head in the toilet!" The girl herself had slurred speech but was not nearly as intoxicated as Ashley. "I know, I know!" She replied just as angrily. Both girls went and collapsed on the bed in there dorms groaning angrily. "I'm gunna go out and get some oxygen...OK?" Ash said in slurred speech. She waited for a response from her friend but none was heard. Ash sat up and stumbled over to the other girl on the room. From what ash could tell the girl was breathing. Even though she hadn't had that much Ashley flipped her on to her side and stumbled out the door, through the halls, somehow made it down the stairs and headed outside.
The moment the fresh air hit Ashley's face she felt a lot better. Every breath made her feel less sick. Being April the garden was really starting to come to life. It may have been the alcohol but Ashley felt like she was actually enjoying the nature part of her little walk. Ashley's little walk and the fresh air had made her extremely tired. To her, it felt like she had been walking for hours, days even though it had only been a few minutes. Not really aware of her surroundings she stumbled to a bench and nearly passed out. In a half awake half asleep state Ashley could aware the flowers were dancing and singing just for her.
Ash closed her eyes tight and tried to figure out what the hell had gone on in the last 12 hours. She remembered a party with some boys and girls, but she was beginning to worry something had been put in her drink. Ashley drunk a lot but had never once experienced any kind of hallucination from it. When Ashley woke up she was in too much pain to move. The sun had moved a fair way across the sky, it had been at least a few hours. According to a poor estimation it was about 3:00PM meaning she had missed all classes for the day. She was both surprised and grateful of the fact that no one had bothered her but now she was scared and in pain and needed help. Don't cry! you're fine and need to not show weakness! Ashley yelled at herself. She just needed to get up and grow up.
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Post by MORGAN JANE FARREN on Jan 20, 2012 23:53:55 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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Morgan, quite simply, was not in the mood. So when she heard soft footsteps, and an even softer voice, all it really did was piss her off further. She whipped her head over her shoulder, glaring mutinously at the approaching girl. She looked about Morgan’s age, maybe a year or two older. She walked with a quiet sort of grace, and care, as if she might harm the blades of grass. Morgan scowled. She never got the whole tree-hugger thing. No matter how lightly you step on grass, you’re still going to crush the blades beneath your feet. Get over it. But this girl moved lightly, leaning against the wall with her book clutched to her chest. Morgan continued to glare. It wasn’t rare that someone approached her – usually mistaking her for someone else. But they never stayed long, and Morgan rarely encouraged them. She looked this girl up and down bluntly, her gaze analytical. She had no desire for small talk. And this girl had a sort of motherly look about her. Morgan was not a child to be mothered. The girl spoke, her voice was laced with honey and love as Morgan had half-expected it to be. It was almost normal, non-chalant. “You all right? Heard your potty mouth, and was wondering who you were cussing out.”
This was not amusing to Morgan in any way. What kind of high schooler used the words “potty mouth”. Maybe this girl was one of those ‘special’ kids, the ones who didn’t get their ABC’s until like the fifth grade. Then again, they were all special weren’t they? They were the elementals. This thought only made Morgan wonder what this girl was. She didn’t seem like Fire, or Thunder. But Morgan couldn’t quite figure it out. She couldn’t really figure this girl out at all. She was torn between saying something along the lines of “Maybe it was you. I have a bias against high and mighty bitches who can’t keep their noses in their own business.” That idea was pretty tantalizing, but Morgan almost wasn’t in the mood to cuss this girl out. Instead she rolled her eyes, looking back out over the wall, swinging her leg slightly. “What are you, twelve? No one our age is as prissy as you sound.” There, that was still mildly bitchy. And perhaps just aggressive enough to make this girl go away.
She moved her hand out of sight, hiding the scrapes. There were a good number of slivers lodged in her knuckles, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Her clothing tugged at her, towards the edge of the wall. Morgan’s muscles tensed, just for an instant. She was used to the constant breeze through her hair, but she knew the subtle signs of increase. First the hair, then the leaves, then her clothes, and then came hell. She gripped the wall, scowling. Of course it acted up now, not when she wanted to freak out the happy couple. Then again, she was significantly more uncomfortable now. She didn’t mind so much being mocked, it was the nice ones. They were almost, threatening. It was one of Morgan’s many theories about her abilities. They seemed to act up when she was extremely emotional, or threatened. She hadn’t quite nailed the specifics down. It was one of the reasons behind her persistent ill mood. If she was pissed all the time, what else was there to feel, to react to? Not that it had worked out brilliantly for her, but Morgan had sort of given up. She turned her attention back to the girl. Was this chick seriously not going to leave?
TAGGED: Nell Doe Shepherd and Ashley Cassie Roberts
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 21, 2012 17:59:41 GMT -5
Nell supposed she should have expected a less-than-stellar response from the girl. But she wasn’t surprised or perturbed when it came. Nell simply enjoyed being ironic, and so the use of ‘potty mouth’ was just the way she talked. Aside from her New York accent, the way she talked was also something like diction. ”So what do you think I am? Twelve or your age?” Her expression was impish, as if she were immune to the girl’s cutting words. Nell was eighteen, an adult now, even though she’d been living as one for over a year. She couldn’t legally drink until August, but she’d worked as a bartender when she was seventeen years old. That is until her past caught up to her, she went on trial, and her boss figured out she wasn’t who she said she was. Not only did she lie about her complete identity—as she did to everyone around her—but she lied about her age. She passed for nineteen well enough. She was short, but she didn’t act like the high schooler she was at that time.
Because Morgan moved her hand away, Nell didn’t take notice of the marks. Instead, she noticed the breeze kicking up, playing with loose strands of her hair. She tucked a few behind her ear as she looked up at the unhappy girl perched atop the wall. Nell didn’t know where the sudden breeze had come from, but had a sneaking suspicion. She arched her eyebrow up at the girl. ”Wind student?” Of course, she could be wrong. She just put two and two together. As an elemental, she can chalk up strange oocurences like this to another element. Out-of-season flowers blooming could be the work of an Earth elemental. A scorch bike on the street may have been the result of a Fire’s anger. Besides, if she was wrong, didn’t make too much of a difference. If she had asked a human if they were an elemental…well, that would have not ended well. But she wasn’t stupid like that, even though she’d been newly introduced to the world only a year prior.
Since she wasn’t fully facing Morgan, she saw Ashley as the girl fell down on the bench. This greatly concerned the Earth girl, and without a word she headed over to the Fire student. Nell knelt down, dropping her book on the ground, and shook Ashley by the shoulder. ”Ash, are you okay?” It seemed like she was asking a lot of people that today. But she was truly worried about the Fire. It wasn’t a good sign to be collapsing on benches in the garden. Where had she come from? What had she been doing? At this point, it didn’t matter that she was a Fire? She thought of Morgan nearby. Was she truly a Wind or would this inter-elemental interaction anger her or cause her to lash out? Nell sure hoped neither of those happened. ”You should get up, Ash, it’s freezing out here.” It certainly wasn’t good to just relax when the air around was chilled and there was a breeze thanks to the Wind elemental.
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Post by imaginaryfriend on Jan 21, 2012 19:25:47 GMT -5
Ash looked up at Nell who she was more then relieved to see. "It wasn't my fault i swear. I think someone put something really bad in one of my drinks. I shouldn't be this drunk and flowers don't sing!" What the fire girl had said made perfect sense in her mind even though it might not to the rest of the world. The warning about the weather had set off a kind of trigger in her head almost like a cartoon. After walking off the cliff you wouldn't fall unless you look down. Ash had been so preoccupied with the dancing flowers she hadn't even realized how cold it was. Now of course she did and shot up wrapping her arms around herself. Ash was scared, there was no question of that and she began to cry as she explained herself to Nell, not sobbing but a tear or two defiantly slipped out as she kept her head down. "I went out and had a beer or two and the two made me feel funny and I think I passed out then I woke up, came here and passed out again! Then the flowers were dancing can you please use your powers to make them stop singing it's really hurting my ears." Ash lifted her head to look at Nell and her red face and tears made her feel weak. She figured she must be acting like the kids the earth girl looked after all the time. That thought was both a comfort and a worrying thing. Ash hated looking weak. Looking back from where the girl had come from she saw an incredibly angry looking student. "Did I pull you away from something? If I did I'm so sorry!" The words came out and Ash couldn't even tell what she was saying let alone if she meant it. She looked at the girl in the background again. To Ashley she was just a blurb of color with an angry unamused face and she felt Terrible about pulling Nell away from her. She imagined something like the mad-hatters tea party had been going on between them. The image was so clear in front of her she wasn't even sure if she had passed out again. OOC//: Sorry she is such a pain  |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 22, 2012 16:55:28 GMT -5
Nell truly wasn’t expecting the response she’d gotten from Ashley. She blinked in surprise as the girl immediately defended herself about drinking something and singing flowers. ”You…were drinknig?” she asked, because she wasn’t quite sure what to make of Ash’s words. She seemed to become a little more lucid when she wrapped her arms around herself, but Nell still didn’t know what was up. She was drinking? In the afternoon? Nell remembered when she liked taking the afternoon shifts at the bars she’d worked at because it wasn’t so busy during that time of day. Apparently, Ashley went by the ‘it’s five o’clock somewhere’ addage. She’s only fifteen. That was concerning.
She was further surprised when Ashley began crying, but she still pulled the girl into her chest and listened to her words. They made a little more sense, until they went completely downhill. ”Ash…the flowers aren’t singing,” she said. That was reasonably, the flowers really weren’t singing, and she wondered if that was the right thing to say at this point. ”Shh, it’s all right, mija.” She lapsed into Spanish, but she knew from a friend that it didn’t matter if one could or couldn’t understand a certain word. The connotation was enough, the sound. Besides, the person she was most used to comforting was her sister, who understood Spanish very well. A lot of her childhood was spent with Tilly trying to get to go back to sleep after a sleep terror, trying to console her that she was okay, that she didn’t have to eat right then… She’d been forced to mature far too soon. It made her feel like an old soul.
Nell looked back over at the Wind student, and then to Ashley, eyebrows lifted. ”No, not really,” she said with a half-smile. ”I don’t think she really wants my presence.” The other girl wasn’t really in any immediate danger and even though she wanted to go back over so it wouldn’t be very rude that Nell just turned and left her, Ashley was the one in more trouble at the moment. As far as she knew, of course. ”Do you want to go somewhere else?” Ashley had been complaining about the flowers, so maybe the garden wasn’t the best place for her. Nell wanted to make sure that she was safe, even if she was the enemy, even though this was dangerous to be here with Ashley right now. It didn’t matter to Nell.
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Post by imaginaryfriend on Jan 25, 2012 0:26:56 GMT -5
Ashley had an addiction to drinking and had been doing it for a very long time. She had never had an issue with this before but for some reason the tone in Nell's voice scared her. "I know it was a horrible Idea and I learned my lesson and I will never ever drink again ever I promise" Ash whispered to the earth girl. It was true the chance that Ash would really quit drinking was zero but in the moment her words were honest. She was scared beyond all belief and in the moment believed her own words. After all these years this is luckily enough the worst thing that had ever happened to Ashley from drinking, she just wished she could remember what happened.
When Nell pulled Ashley in close it made her cry harder, not because this made her uncomfortable but because it but because it felt like someone actually cared. The last time Ash was held and listened to like this was the first time Ashley had a bad break up. It was in grade one and it was only one kiss but at the time it was the end of the world. Ashley's mother had held her when she cried and told her everything was going to be OK. Although she wasn't sure what mija meant it made her feel a ton better. Even though the flowers were never singing, once Nell pointed it out they seemed to quiet down and relieve some of the pain in her head. Ash however thought it was Nell's powers that did it. Ash whispered a thank you into the girls ear and gave her a hug. Ashley may have been living a life of rebellion up until this point. Getting into illegal things and being forced to take care of herself and self south from a young age so the fire girl had always seen herself as a mature adult but sitting here with the older earth girl made her realize for the first time in her life that she was only 15th trying to make it through the 10th grade, she was far from being a grown up.
Ashley was relieved to hear she hadn't interrupted anything. She felt bad enough for drawing the kind older girl into her problems as is she felt so bad. It would have made things worse if she had interrupted something important. "Could you, maybe if it's not too much to ask... take me somewhere warm?" She asked, voice shill low and scared. Ash's arms were starting to burn from the wind. As they walked over to the girl who Nell was talking to earlier Ashley felt a horrible feeling in her stomach. Out of no where she threw up all over the pathway splashing on the mysterious girl's shoes. Ash was too dizzy to know what she had done seeing as she had already thrown up today at least once it didn't seem like that big a deal in her mind. She looked at the face of the girl who's shoes were now covered on vomit and was able to whisper "I'm sorry." she said surprisingly able to maintain eye contact while reaching for Nell's hand for both protection and balance.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 25, 2012 20:24:25 GMT -5
Nell had no idea about Ashley’s acholism, because it was hard to imagine that it was a problem a fifteen-year-old would have to go through. It was pretty much unheard of for her, but she admittedly didn’t have much experience in the world. True, it’s been more than a year since she’d first tasted freedom, but sometimes she still felt as oblivious as ever. She tried not to worry about it too much—it just meant there would always be something to learn. Like the fact that fifteen-year-olds can be alcoholics. ”Trust me, I understand,” Nell told her, proving she wasn’t judging Ashley at all. For one thing, she had worked as a bartender for a year. And for another, she knew about horrible ideas when it came to drinking. Slinging back shots of vodka? Almost resulted in the drunken loss of her virginity. Since it was Josh, it wouldn’t have been too bad, but she would have liked it to be sober. And it eventually was. So she was now even more against vodka than before when it had given her the bright idea to jump off a roof.
It was amazing how intense Nell’s maternal instincts were when the idea of being a mother scared her. She didn’t even want to think about it. Her family didn’t have a history of good mothers—they didn’t have a good history of being family. But she knew that she wanted children of her own, it was just…the future was a big, scary thing. For now, she just focused on comforting the (drunk) Fire girl as if it was totally natural for her. And it was, it always had been. Yet she still couldn’t imagine herself as a mother. But she couldn’t deny how strangely satisfying it was to have Ashley wrap her arms around her and seek comfort from her. She’s a Fire, Nell reminded herself, and fleeting apprehension found its way into her mind.
She pulled away and her lips twitched into a smile. ”Yeah, of course,” Nell told her, but then Ashley was moving away from her and throwing up on the pathway…and it splashed on the Wind girl’s shoes. Oh god. Nell held up her hands to the girl she already knew was enraged and said, ”I am so sorry. Uh…you wanna go to the washrooms or something?” She took Ashley’s hand in her own and squeezed it, waiting to see how the girl on the wall would respond.
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Post by MORGAN JANE FARREN on Feb 4, 2012 20:36:32 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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This day was going from bad to fucked. Morgan had mostly zoned out, doing her best to ignore the sobbing Fire girl and the pansy Earth girl. They sounded like a pathetic soap opera. So the Fire girl was a hopeless drunk, mostly likely a slut too. And the Earth girl had some sort of creepy super-mom complex. Morgan was getting tired of hearing about it. She was just about to get up, to call a day a day. She had contemplating throwing herself off the wall, hurtling towards an imminent death, but that seemed melodramatic even for her. So she would stalk away, maybe throw an apple and peg the drunk chick in the head while she left. Morgan wasn’t even in that bad of a mood. But chucking apples at screetching prissy girls sounded oh so tantalizing. Really it was criminal to bate her with something like that. It was just a plea for injury by apple. But Morgan didn’t have long to contemplate this. Drunk Fire and Mama Earth seemed to be wrapping up the conversation, or at least that was what Morgan assumed when she saw Drunk Fire start stumbling back down the path and incidentally towards Morgan herself.
Morgan was now considering sticking out a foot, just to see Drunk Fire fall down. It wasn’t really a vengeful thing, or even a particularly cruel desire. Morgan was more curious to see if she would flail, or accidentally set something on fire. But Morgan didn’t, maybe she never even would have. But the world would never know because as Drunk Fire came wobbling towards Morgan, she turned a distinctive color of green. Morgan didn’t have time to move before a spray of disgusting body fluid covered her shoes. Morgan’s face went from annoyance, to horror, then to fury in moments. Her hands balled and she leapt from the wall, landing with a thump on the ground in front of Drunk Fire. “I might just fucking kill you.” She pointed down at her shoes, a pair of her favorite ballet flats. Her eyes were fiery. Morgan had just been waiting for something to set her off. “And all you can do is a pathetic whimper of an apology?” Morgan was seething. Something about this Fire not only angered her, but disgusted her. Maybe it was the weakness, something so different but so similar to Morgan herself.
She was oblivious to Mama Earth pulling at her sleeve, asking about the washrooms. No amount of washing or cleaning would ever get the smell of vomit from Morgan’s shoes. Morgan whirled to face Mama Earth, her voice something akin to a shout. “No I don’t want to go to the washroom! I want drunkass party whore over there to control herself, or at least shut herself away so she doesn’t spew chunks all over people who actually have self-worth!” She kicked off her shoes, her bare feet, sliding into the soft grass. She kicked the shoes towards Drunk Fire, her eyes dangerous slits. “Here. Enjoy.” She turned and began to stalk away, wishing she had chucked that apple.
TAGGED: Nell Doe Shepherd and Ashley Cassie Roberts
OUTFIT: right here.
WORDS: 522
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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