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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 8, 2012 22:38:31 GMT -5
 Nell could barely feel the autumn chill as she stripped off her t-shirt, revealing a tank underneath. It was cold out but she felt beads of sweat on the back of her neck. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, thinking of the tattoo tree and smiling to herself. A few friends had asked her if she regretted it or anything, and she said no. She didn't explain why, but she knew it was because she had finally claimed her body back. In a way, she belonged to herself. And it was very special to her, sacred. That's what tattoos should be after all. She remembered her conversation with Lark about them, the inked up girl and her views on it. Nell couldn't stop the admiration blooming in her. She really loved that girl, attached herself to the Fire in such a small space of time. She placed too much faith in people, really, but it was better than the opposite. Always better.
She took a swig from her water bottle, looking over the grounds and watching as the game continued on during her timeout. She wasn't tired yet, she just needed to strip down. As an Earth, she was more susceptible to the winter's frost, but it was not yet that season. And a part of her feared its arrival. Last winter she had hibernated, sleeping and barely eating. All she ha to do was remind herself that it was because of the trial, and she was over that. Well, in some aspects. Now, though...now she had a lot of other things to worry about. Her father, Rafael, Jane...whenever she found stability, the universe flipped over and changed as if to prove that she'd never escape her past. It was always there. What if this caused a relapse into her depression? She didn't want to think about it.
Instead, she jogged lightly back into the fray, catching the frisbee as it flew over to her. Luckily there wasn't a breeze, which wouldn't have been a big concern with her hair pulled back into a bun, but it was definitely worrisome with the frisbee. She spotted a teammate further down and threw the disk toward him, noticing Brielle nearby. "Yo, Bri!" she called out with her hands cupped around her mouth. Then she waved enthusiastically. "Just wanted to say hi." Her tone was easy and nonchalant, but her smirk was devious. She didn't have the capacity to hate anyone, but she harbored a strong dislike for the girl. And a strong like for games. This was just one of those games.
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Post by brielle on May 10, 2012 21:32:02 GMT -5
 Brielle plopped down on the grass, tossing her duffel bag to the side and bent to lace up her shoes tighter so she could get into this game of ultimate frisbee without the chance of breaking an ankle or something equally unlucky. She'd already spent a couple hours at the gym, punching and kicking dummies, just generally blowing off some steam so she had a somewhat slimmer chance of punching a person, but she still had energy to burn. And who could pass up the chance at a game of ultimate frisbee? Not her! Anything that had to do with sports or simply competing, and Brielle was in. No questions asked. Dares, bets, or anything that she could potentially win at was what Brielle loved. It was what she craved. Standing back up, she surveyed the game with her cool green gaze, taking in the players and the current status of the game in one sweep. It looked like there were plenty of people and good mix of elements to make this game more interesting than usual. She was slowly starting to like her decision to leave the gym early more. Quickly, she pulled her sweatshirt off and dropped it on top of her duffel bag then tightened her ponytail, preparing to jump into the game. Just as she took a step forward, she heard someone calling out to her in a voice that was irritatingly chipper and seemed familiar. Automatically, she whipped her head around to see who the voice came from, freezing when she did. Well this is just fucking lovely. Her mood immediatly went from bad yet mellow, aggravated in a split second when she saw Nell waving at her from across the field. This girl just irritated her to no end. Mostly because Brielle hadn't been able to get much of a rise out of her as of yet, and that was something she just could not tolerate. She couldn't stand knowing there was someone out there that was immune to her bitchy remarks and digs. It didn't sit well with her. But as she thought about it, she realized this might be good. It was just one more chance to see if today would be the day that she pissed Nell off and then she would know for sure that she hadn't lost her touch. So she smiled back, her lips pulling up into a smile as friendly as a snake getting ready to strike but didn't wave back. It was too friendly a gesture for Brielle. And she wasn't a friendly girl. Her voice was as chill as the frosty autumn air when she answered, calling back, "Well you said it. Congratulations."
[/b] OOC: Sorry this post is so sucky! I'm just trying to get the feel for her right now.[/justify][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 11, 2012 19:00:17 GMT -5
Nell grinned triumphantly when Brielle looked at her and her own teammate caught the frisbee, and from what she could see the Thunder didn't look very pleased. And she had pretty good vision, at least, didn't wear glasses at all. Maybe she shouldn't have been so gleeful when she knew the girl didn't like her. She shouldn't be antagonizing anyone, and really, she wasn't. Nell just enjoyed the rivalry, the competition. That's what sports, what games, were about, after all. Rivalry and competition. Her life was built on games, Nell thrived on them. That's why she had gotten so into the sports she learned.
She ran further ahead to stay in the game, telling Brielle when she came near, "Yeah thanks," she said as if feeling exhausted, taking a deep breath. "It was really tough, yanno? First I had to get out that h, and then came the difficult part. Almost lost it there." Sometimes Nell wondered how she would have been as a fire. There was a good chance she could have ended up as one, but her genes didn't have any say in it as she turned out Earth. She could be vindictive in some cases, and she was too much like her Thunder elemental relatives at times. Especially her father. She got too much from him, it was almost frightening.
Putting her hands on her hips, Nell ran a hand through strands of her hair to keep them back, watching as a few people tried to lay claim to the disc. "So what's the score? Three to one right?" She held up her fingers to represent this. Her side was winning, and she was going to use this to her advantage. "Gotta step up your game, Bri, you're slacking." Nell was never serious with competition unless she truly disliked the person she was playing against. And she couldn't honestly say that she sincerely disliked Brielle. She didn't have the capacity to hate. Save for Rafael and Jane, she supposed, but even then there was sympathy. "Think you can beat me?"
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