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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 13, 2012 21:26:34 GMT -5
 AFTER ME COMES THE FLOOD après moi, le deluge (fevrale dostat chernil i plakat, pisat o fevrale navsnryd, poka grohochushaya slyakot vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.) Nell held the girl's hand as she licked at her ice cream. The Earth graduate refrained from pointing out the fact that she had vanilla soft serve all around her mouth and instead let Kimmy dig in. She was one of the girls from the halfway home, and Nell didn't really have a good grip on her story. All she knew was that she had possibly been molested by her brother, and there was some drama there. It was something that she knew not to speak of. Instead, she focused on eating her own ice cream as she walked down the street, in search of something for them to do. "Why is the moon still in the sky?" Nell looked up to where the girl's gaze was aimed at, finding the white spot, a blemish on the face of the pale blue sky. "Sometimes you can see the sun during the day if you know where to look," she said, and the girl wrinkled her nose as if not pleased with the answer. After all, the moon belonged in the night, it shouldn't come out during the day.
Nell was just thankful she had time to spend. She was shooed out of the house because of a minor flood, and everyone split up with the kids, finding places to go to. She'd taken Kimmy, who had been left alone. It was almost as if some of the volunteers were scared of her, and it only made Nell more curious about her history. They finished off the ice creams, and Nell walked into the dollar store to buy some food, and in a spur of the moment decision, balloons. "You wanna go to the park?" she asked, and the blond child nodded. Nell led the way, holding her hand again with the plastic bag in the other. She didn't have her car, but walking was good exercise. Besides, the distance wasn't too far. She sat at a bench and took out the food, realizing she was probably spoiling the child, and opened the bag of balloons. They were the oblong ones that clowns used to make animals. Kimmy's eyes stayed on her hands, again questioning her. "Why do you have band aids on your fingers?" she said in her loud, trilling voice. Nell laughed as she stretched out the balloon. "Because I'm clumsy with silverware," she replied, hoping she could be a cautionary tale for the girl.
She used the balloons to make a funny hat for both Kimmy and herself. The girl was thrilled, squeezing it in her hands as Nell sat it on her head. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked in awe, and Nell winked at her. "The circus." She didn't like to lie, but it was an innocent fib meant to entertain a young girl. Soon, Kimmy stood and Nell felt a distaste for the way children often liked to make decisions without thinking of the fact that it might get them in trouble. "Wait, mija," she called out, following after grabbing the back. Kimmy had found the swing set and hopped on one, swinging her legs. "Push me! Push me!" The blond certainly was still a six-year-old. Nell tried to remember what she'd been like. A lot the same, but damningly naive. Even more so than she was now. Nell dropped the bag, careful to keep her head up so the hat didn't fall off, and pressed her hands on the girl's back. The sun prevented her from looking too far up at the sky, even though she wore sunglasses. Her romper was certainly comfortable in the heat, but the summer still showed off its power now.
-I MUST GO ON STANDING you can't break that which isn't yours -I MUST GO ON STANDING I'M NOT MY OWN, IT'S NOT MY CHOICE |
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Post by rachel on Mar 15, 2012 10:02:19 GMT -5
Jewel Was on another one of her random walks, she had taken a lot lately, but she loved them. She would act like she was on a adventure or was A animal guarding her land from the monsters around her, not that she payed much attention to the people around her. It wasn't much for her normally to be wondering about other people around. She found herself skipping though the park, her skirt twirling as she went though the lighted path,passing people with twirls and giggles, glee and bliss settled in on her face. Everything seemed so happy today. The Blue sky being clear of all white puffs of worry, the sun showing its bright teeth as it smiles and shares it warmth with the little ant people of earth.
She decided minutes later to stop in a park, seeing a few kids and lots of places to pay on. She smiled wider, jumping happily and racing around the play ground and little body's of children. She spent at least a hour there, playing tag, Going on adventures with a few of the girls there, Enjoying the perfect play day. Sadly her friends had to leave minutes later, leaving her alone. She sighed and found herself wondering over to the swings, plopping herself over on one, starting to swing. After a few minutes she noticed a new little girl and a older girl coming over and getting on the swing by her. Jewels bubbly-ness was over powering her whole body as she smiled at the two and slightly waved at the two. "hi there! I-- i'm Jewel!" She said as she swung, making sure they could here her. For some reason the older girl, she could have sworn she had seen her before. But eh, maybe she was just a park regular.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 15, 2012 18:01:35 GMT -5
AFTER ME COMES THE FLOOD après moi, le deluge (fevrale dostat chernil i plakat, pisat o fevrale navsnryd, poka grohochushaya slyakot vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.) Nell wondered at how Kimmy seemed so much like a normal child considering where she was living. The Earth graduate couldn't pretend the group home with its Pine Sol smell and dark red wallpaper was a wonderful place where children and women were safe. She learned as much when she had to pull one mentally disabled girl with a folding knife off of another. And she heard some of the stories, the ones who could talk. A lot of people could talk there, simply because they were so jaded. "My father put a thirty-eight to my head and raped me," with a shrug and an eye-roll. Nell didn't want to be like the owners, the people who did it for the money. But it wasn't like the residents cared about her intentions. She thought too much about how she could have ended up there. If she had gotten help, she would have been one of those girls with bruises from getting jumped, tattoos on her arms, talking about how those gringos could fuck themselves. Would she have preferred that after the eventual outcome? With what she had now, she didn't think so.
It was just wonderful to hear the child yell, "Higher, higher!" As if the summer sun bleached through to her soul, and she wasn't a kid who'd been through two foster homes already. She was just Kimmy, a girl who liked the color orange and dogs and the gazpacho Nell made one night. Not a girl who'd been molested by her brother, who was starved to bones by her most recent foster family. And she supposed the reason that it didn't crush her was not only the fact that she was an emotional stronghold, a locked warehouse, but her world was eternally bright. She was happy, and friendly, even though she didn't immediately greet the redheaded girl next to her. Nell cast her a smile, but thought that maybe she'd want to focus more on her swinging. Apparently, she'd been wrong, and Nell waggled her fingers in greeting, one hand pushing against Kimmy's moist back every time she flew back. "Hey, I'm Nell and this--"
"My name is Kimmy Miranda D'Angelo, it's nice to meet you Jewel," the girl introduced importantly, her breeze whipping her hair around. Nell chuckled at her enthusiasm before she really took notice of Jewel's hair. "Dios mio, that color's amazing," she said, watching how the sunlight caught it. The orange globe in the sky made everything impossibly bright and shining. "Is it natural?" She'd never seen red hair that vibrant, and she wanted to reach out and touch it with her bandaged fingers, Dora and Spongebob wrapped around knife wounds. "Push, push, Elly," the girl cried when Nell got too distracted, as usual having trouble with the 'N' part of her name. She apologized and began pushing again, watching carefully as the girl put one hand on her head to steady the balloon hat. "Children these days, huh," she said conversationally, feeling the sweat in her scalp, dripping down her back. She didn't mind it too much, but it was still kind of disgusting.
-I MUST GO ON STANDING you can't break that which isn't yours -I MUST GO ON STANDING I'M NOT MY OWN, IT'S NOT MY CHOICE |
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