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Post by xmarci on Aug 25, 2011 11:17:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ”I am?” She asked without thinking, a little taken aback by his words. He was actually enjoying her company? How....odd. Deirdra had gotten into the habit of assuming that everyone who hung out with her did so because they felt obligated to be nice for a little bit. And then they've leave and talking about her behind her back, or prank her with something she wouldn't understand, or something like that. ”Why?” Again, it was said without thought, which was rare for the girl. She was the type of person who would think for five seconds before stating the simplest of facts. Partially, it was because she just didn't much enjoy talking to people. But it was also because she thought way too much.
Her eyes narrowed at Ace when he asked her the question, ”Yes.” It was mostly a lie—no she had not thought the thing was alive and had decided to dump her on the side of the road. But she was very confused about the thing. She ended up walking slowly beside the bike, with Ace on the other side, pushing. At one point, she glanced at the thing and wondered if she should offer to help him out. But she didn't. For one reason or another, her mouth didn't open to issue forth the words. Maybe she thought it'd be too much trouble. More likely, she thought the thing would find a way to bite her if she touched it. Poor Deirdra.
After awhile, she noticed him looking at her. Her green gaze caught his, then turned the slightest bit curious. ”What?” She was about to ask if she had something on her face (which she didn't. She had taken off the goggles as soon as she'd gotten off the bike), then she remembered the bruise. Was that what he was looking at? She touched it briefly, ”I though you said it looked better.” He wasn't going to get upset again, was he? She didn't want to be stuck alone with him while he got angry because of the fact she'd been hurt.
The earth girl nodded a bit, still not understanding what the point of the game was. But that didn't matter so much. If just play it would appease him, then she'd do it. At least she could say she didn't want to answer some of the questions. He first question, however, was a needlessly confusing. I don't....know.” She said, looking at him warily. It had never been the type of thing to cross her mind. But, now that she thought about it, she was able to say, ”Green, I guess. I like things that grow, yellow flowers and silver bark of trees. Just... nature colors.” She paused for quite a awhile, then it dawned on her, ”Oh. My turn.”
”Um....” She couldn't think of anything. She ducked her head a bit, looking at the ground in front of her and fiddling with the goggles in her hands. ”Um...” Why was it this hard to think of something she might want to know about him? Well, because she really wasn't all that curious about him, really. But she could think of something, right? Finally, she looked up at him and asked, ”How old are you?” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 25, 2011 12:32:35 GMT -5
Ace grinned, "Yea you are." He said confirming her question. Ace liked to hang out with his friends, Dee was no exception. He found joy in hanging out with all of his friends no matter what happened. Ace shrugged, "Just cause you are." He said, sure it wasn't a great explanation but he didn't have any other explanation for it. He had no other reason to say that may have satisfied her question. He would just say he didn't know if she asked again, that it was just something about her that he liked to be around.
Ace snapped out of looking at the girl when she saw him. His face turned red as a beet and he ducked his head and stared at the ground. "I er, It did, I mean does, look better." He said sputtering out words. Crap how could he have gotten caught oogling a girl. Granted he wasn't really oogling just well, admiring her. That sounded just a bad and either way he put it Ace was oogling. How could he have gotten caught? He hadn't gotten caught before. He was so much more carefull and yet here he is getting caught. Though she didn't get mad at him for oogling, maybe she didn't know he was oogling. But either way his face was still red and he was embarrassed. "Uhm j-just forget about that." He said implying that he was talking about catching him oogling at him.
Ace nodded, "Really, that's pretty interesting." He said commenting on the girl's choice of color. Natures colors then, like green or yellow and the other colors the living things had given off. That was a wide range of colors, but he guessed there was no way you could only pick one. Ace nodded as she said it was her turn. He waited, slowly pushing the bike up the hill. Then she asked his age and he thought about it for a second, he was going to say sixteen but remembered he already had his birthday. "Seventeen." he stated as they finally reached the top of the small hill. Giving a little mental cheer at succeeding at the task. Now he just had to carefully bring it back downhill.
"My turn." He stated happily, what should he ask, he couldn't ask the why did you hurt yourself question yet, no they were still to early in the game to do so. So instead he tried to think of a more innocent question, "Uhm." He said thinking aloud, "If you could buy anything in the world, what would you buy?" Ace knew what he would buy with that money, he'd buy world peace, sure that was only bought world peace, but it was still peace wasn't it? Or was peace earned sweeter than peace bought? Either way as long as it stopped people from trying to kill each other for reasons that they didn't need to fight about. He remembered reading about the Ten year war and the reason for that was one of the stupidest reasons. And all those wars over religion? Those were dumb too, didn't their God want them to love their neighbor? So why fight if that other person worshiped a different version of that God, Geeze people were really really stupid sometimes.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 25, 2011 15:31:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That answer of his didn't help at all. Deirdra watched him, and it looked like he was settling for that comment. Which probably meant he wouldn't be able to answer her without confusing her. Still, she found herself murmuring under her breath, ”That doesn't make any sense.” He mostly likely didn't catching, but of the off chance he did, she made a little dismissive gesture with her hand to keep him from answering. It was all mostly instinctual, but she had learned quite a bit from watching other people's movement. And she had her own, she really did. But only when people got closer to her than he was.
How interesting. Though usually Deirdra found it easy to take when people stared at her, this time it was downright intriguing. There was some sort of emotion behind his eyes that most people didn't have—other than her uncle, actually. Only it was still different than that. Maybe because Ace had no idea about the earth girl's life, or maybe because he had a different opinion of her. And then he turned completely red, which made her look at him even more closely. ”Why did you--” She stopped herself, not really wanting to go through the trouble of whatever it was. But she was very plainly confused by it all, and not giving much attention to what he was saying.
Until she realized he wasn't really talking, he was spluttering and making as much sense as a choking rat. Forget about it? ”Why are you stuttering?” She asked. The girl may have been concerned if she wasn't such a closed-off being, so for now, a bit more curiosity than usual would have to suffice. Did she somehow do something to scare him? No, that wasn't even possible—or maybe it was. She was older and a stronger element. But she wasn't going to hurt him even if he punched her in the face. Although she didn't much want to be punched in the face. Deirdra was so naïve in these things, it didn't even occur to her that he might think she was pretty.
When he said his age, she looked at him again. Well, he didn't look quite that young. She'd figured that since she'd stared highschool late she'd be maybe a year older than him, seeing as they were in the same grade. But no, it was a good two years, wasn't it? Turning her eyes back front, she said softly, ”I'm nineteen.” But she didn't feel like it. She saw other nineteen-year-olds, the ones who had gained some sort of confidence and presence of person. Deirdra wasn't like that. Sure, she may look physically mature, but she couldn't place her mental maturity. Perhaps it depended on whether she was having an episode or not.
His next question was not hard for her to answer. ”Sharp cheddar.” It was the first thing which popped into her mind, something surprisingly simple for such a closed-off, messed up girl. There was never a time when she wouldn't stop what she was doing to eat a block of cheddar cheese. Perhaps one of the more mundane things she'd learned from her time spent in the basement. It had been one of the things her father gave her when he was going to leave for the day. So she associated the taste with safety, oddly enough. Once she realized it was her turn, she tilted her head and though a bit.
”What's your full name?” She asked without looking at him. She asked because when she'd come to the academy, she'd slowly realized that having four names was not normal. Most of the time it was just three, and she was curious as to the number of Ace's. |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 26, 2011 10:08:45 GMT -5
Ace didn't know how to answer her so that it made sense. It was just a feeling you got from hanging out with people that you knew and were friends with. Ace didn't catch on to her dismissive gesture. Body language was such a common thing that he didn't really notice that she was using it. He might have noticed that she didn't use much of it though. Ace moved his hands a lot when he talked, well when he wasn't pushing a motorcycle anyways. He used his hands to try and emphasize what he was saying. He didn't do the moves on purpose, they were all just habits of his that he had picked up by watching other people talk when he was younger.
Ace was still red from getting caught looking at her, and then she asked well asked and stopped herself why he was doing it. Thank God she stopped, he was already embarrassed, he didn't want to make it even worse. But then when he was spluttering out words and trying to make an excuse she asked why he was embarrassed. "Er well, I mean, j-just cause I, er. I'm just e-embarrassed." He said truthfully not raising his head in fear of looking at her eyes and somehow turning even more red. Geeze she was eventually going to ask why he was embarrassed, and usually it wouldn't be hard to compliment a girl. But he didn't feel right complimenting her like this. It felt odd to him for some reason.
Ace blinked in surprise, she's nineteen? She didn't seem that much older than him. Maybe by a few months or something but not a whole two years. If it wasn't for her telling him that she was in his grade he would have guessed maybe she was even a little bit younger than him. Maybe he thought that because of this her air of naivety. That would make sense, as she had to be explained all those things. But still nineteen? She was two years older than him, but he felt like the older of the two. Maybe something had happened to her in her past that made her well like this. But Ace couldn't think of a reason that would do that.
Ace grinned in amusement. Cheese? If she had all the money in the world, she'd buy cheese. It was a refreshingly new answer, a simple one he had never heard before. Sharp cheddar huh? Looks like Ace had to buy her some when they got to maple Hollow. As a show of friendship anyways. That was a good answer, anyone else would have said a new car or a new house. Something they had dreamed of wanting to get and yet it wasn't possible. The answer of sharp cheddar made him smile it's simplicity reminded him of when he asked one of his small cousins that question and they answered with a chocolate bar (His aunt barely let the two eat chocolate or anything else sweet).
"My name is Ace Ispada Lupus." He said proudly. Ace loved his name it was so unique among everyone else's. You barely ever heard of another person named Ace and when you did it was usually a nickname of some sort. Then it was his turn and he asked one more innocent question, his next after this would be the one that asked why. "Who do you think is the most handsome man in the world?"
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Post by xmarci on Aug 26, 2011 14:52:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Green eyes looked at the boy hard. ”....Why?” She found herself asking, her gaze sweeping over the scarlet of his brow and cheeks, the way he refused to look up at her. She had no idea that her prying into this would only make the situation worse for him, but she truly didn't understand why this was affecting his so much. All he'd been doing was looking at her. A lot. But it hadn't been the bad sort of looking she'd dealt with before. Still, she continued to watch him as he slowly pushed the bike along, following without really looking where she was going, because he was being so...odd.
He seemed surprised by her revelation about her age, and then very happy about her choice of things to buy. Almost as though it was funny. A confused little frown pinched her brow, and the earth girl turned her eyes ahead again, her mind working vigorously to understand why he was reacting to her the way he was. This was one of the first real and lengthy conversations she'd had with anyone other than her uncle. It was odd, trying to read a person when they were talking to you. It always seemed so much easier when she was watching other people interact. After all, that's how she managed to write.
Only three names? Slightly disappointed, Deirdra glanced at the boy for a second, then continued looking forward mutely. He seemed proud of his name. She supposed it was because it was so much different than the others she'd heard at the school. In any given place there were sure to be multiple Johns and Isabelles and Elizabeths. But she hadn't seen or heard of another Ace at the Academy. Nor, for that matter, another Deirdra. Well, it wasn't important. Just another way she was set apart from the rest of the people around her. Nothing new. Her left hand began rubbing the bandage again. Nothing new at all.
The frown in her eyes had gone away, leaving behind a blanker, darker look. For a few seconds, her green gaze fell to the ground in front of her, glaring balefully. For once, her dark hair had gotten caught behind her ears, so Ace would be able to see her brief lapse of composure. For some reason, this affected her. Or maybe she'd just started opening up a crack, and was just now realizing she still didn't have anything to hope for. Well, other than the fact that she'd be able to see her uncle in a few weeks. Still, until then....
Deirdra was finally pulled out of the reverie when Ace asked his question. It took a second, but then the fact that he'd spoke registered, and she seemed to snap out of it. Shaking her head the slightest bit, the earth girl gripping her right forearm tightly and answered without even thinking. It seemed like some of the life had gone out of her voice, ”All men are ugly. They hurt and they don't give anything back for it. There's only one, only one....” She trailed off, closing her eyes tightly and raising a hand to dispel the damp that had made it there. Why was she talking like this again? Was it that hard to explain what she was feeling?
”I don't want to ask another question.” She said suddenly. It came out of no where, but perhaps there was some sort of logic to it in the recesses of her mind. Slowly, Deirdra raised her eyes to Ace. There was a muted pain behind them, something dark, ominous and intense, that had been there when she'd been having the episode, the first time they'd met. ”Ask me another one.” Was it a command? A warning? A dare? She didn't know. Deirdra didn't know what the hell she was doing. |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 26, 2011 15:19:11 GMT -5
"Well ,er, uhm.." Ace bumbled along stumbling on his words only staring at the ground. Geez what was with all this blood rushing to his face, couldn't it just stay evenly spread through out his entire body. His toes would fall off from lack of circulation if all the blood stayed in his face. "Ju-just, cause.. Y-ou. uhm.." He didn't know how to say this without sounding like a creep. "You c-caught me uhm. you know. Looking." He said nervously still staring at the ground as if his eyes were glued to it. "I Was only looking cause i thought you were pretty." He said rather quickly and all in one breath trying to dispel the thought that he was a perv from her mind. Though now he made it worse and if possible steam would be coming out of his ears because of the level of embarrassment he was under. Crap now what was he going to do, just wait out the last awkward moments walking together, that would be torture.
Ace glanced over at her finally able to pick his head up just a bit, and he saw well emptiness in her facial expression. It was like she was deep in thought, yet there was something dark in her look. Maybe it was just the way the light shone on her but Ace had seen something, something dark in those green eyes. then she looked up at him and answered his question, her voice was flat, like something possessed. No life in it, she just answered the question. Ace stopped walking and scratched the side of his head. Did that mean she thought he was ugly? Not that his appearance mattered much to him, but he thought she was saying that ugly personality wise. Did he have an ugly personality? Did she think he hurt her? Oh god it wasn't cause he slapped her, right? Was it? He was feeling horrible about that. And he didn't give anything to her in apology. He should have, he should have given her something in return for slapping her. Crap did she really hate him, it sounded like she hated him. Oh no and he thought they were actually becoming friends. Oh geeze if she hated him, well he didn't know what to do, they were stuck on a lonely road together heading towards the same place. Oh geeze what, should he do what should he do? So he did the only thing he could. "I'm Sorry!" he said rather loudly, then he looked up avoided her eyes and said it again. "I'm sorry." Though it was more like a whisper. He was sorry for slapping her, and not apologizing in the right manner, and for totally forgetting that.
Ace started walking again and nodded at her statement, sometimes people didn't want to ask a question because they couldn't think of anything. Ace looked up at her and saw her eyes, there was something dark and scary in them. Not scary like she would kill him and leave him for dead in the side of the road, but scary like something nobody should go through and yet they did and they made it out alive or sort of alive. It prodded his question, the one he wanted to ask and so he did. He looked at her seriously wanting to know the truth. "Why did you try to hurt yourself that day on the cliff? Can you tell me that Dee?" He looked into her eyes like a knight ready to face the dragon in the cave. He looked confidently head on and he was ready.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 26, 2011 16:53:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, yes she had. Hadn't they gone over that? Deirdra had already told him that she'd seen him looking. But no, he seemed to be working toward a point, so she stayed silent. No use trying to get him to make sense until he'd said everything. Maybe not even then. When he did finally say what he meant, the girl was a little bit shocked. Pretty? Wait, what? Her? No, not her, she wasn't pretty. And she wasted no time in telling him so. ”You're wrong.” It was said almost defensively. Obviously, he had hit a nerve. ”You're wrong, or you're lying, and I don't like either. I'm not pretty, I'm....” Gross and disgusting.
She really had no idea why she was saying all this. Maybe the fact that Ace had managed to get a few of her outer walls down meant she wasn't nearly as ready to keep herself from saying all the deep, horrible truths her mind had come up with. Speaking much had never been a trait of hers. She'd never cared if she confused other people. They were just other people. They shouldn't care about her anyway. Not her, not this broken, shattered, soulless wretch of a girl. Closing her eyes, Deirdra tried to think of the things her uncle used to say to her to get her to stop saying stuff like that. But it wasn't coming. Damnit.
Whatever it was, her words seemed to have given Ace a bad reaction with her words. It made sense that he had no idea what she meant. Deirdra herself didn't know to what extent which of the words meant. Did she mean him? No. Well....yes. Maybe. He was a guy. She was still convinced that while hanging out with him now was enjoyable, he'd eventually do something to hurt her. It was the whole idea of if her father had been ok with hurting her, why wouldn't anyone else in the world. But Ace himself had not done anything that made Deirdra dislike him. She liked him better than most other people already, actually. Still, she didn't try to tell him this as he burst out loudly with an apology she did not need.
His composure changed, and it made her more on the defensive. Though she had asked him to ask her another question, she was not not sure why she had done that. It didn't seem much like her. Maybe she was going into one of her episodes. No, not now, not now. A little terrified voice in her mind called out. But she wasn't afraid. It didn't seem like this was one of her episodes. It just seemed like she was closing in more on herself. Anyway, as Ace asked the question, she broke eyes contact, looking back in front of them as they continued on their way. Why should he want to know that?
The question....affected her. Deirdra's dark visage changed to one that was slightly timid, slightly uncomfortable, and her eyes would not rise from the ground as she spoke. ”I hurt myself because....” Pass, I don't want to answer this. But she felt compelled, so she continued, ”Because people have too much control. If I can hurt myself more than they can hurt me, then they lose control. They can't do anything to me, they aren't the ones....I'm afraid of.” Better afraid of herself than of her father. Her father needed to die, needed to disappear. That was the only way she could truly move past what she'd been through, and she knew it. |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 26, 2011 17:23:31 GMT -5
Ace blinked, what was she saying. He was wrong, he was lying. That was wrong, he was telling the truth. His embarrassment had left him in an instant, a new feeling replaced it. This feeling was determination, determination to show her the truth that he saw. "I'm not wrong, and I am definitely not lying." Ace said turning to her. "You are pretty Dee." He said with a smile and this kindness in his eyes. He didn't even know he had that look about when he got determined. He wanted her to see that he wasn't lying that he wasn't wrong. That he was right, and that it was the truth. She was pretty, and he didn't want her denying that.
Ace kept looking at her with his determined face. "Dee your fun to be with and you are pretty." He said nodding his head at his truths. "And don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise, not even yourself." He said with a caring smile. He didn't want her to bring herself down. It was a bad thing to do, and a sad thing too. Something like this well you needed to hear that from someone you trusted, and sure Dee might not trust Ace but he wanted her to see his truth. "And no I swear on my life, I am not lying." He said adding emphasis to that sentence.
She didn't answer his apology and he was worried again. Did she forgive him? Or was she just ignoring him? What was going on in her mind right now. Was she looking at him in despise or disgust. He was a man after all, someone she had just said were ugly and evil and bad. She said they were the scum of the earth and he was part of it. He was sorry he was so sorry, did she really hate him and why? Dang it, couldn't she have just said she hated him. What the hell, if she did hate him then she wouldn't have gotten on the bike with him right? And then this wouldn't have happened. But then it was his fault for offering right? And she was just being nice and saving him the humility by accepting his crappy offer. Oh geeze should he apologize again?
She broke the eye contact first, and she didn't look up when she answered his question. And he was confused by her answer, was she saying other people controlled her and when they did they lost control, and so it was better for her to lose control then them? Was that what she was saying. He was confused but he responded to her question. "Don't let them take control of you then. If they try to hurt you fight back. Fight like your life depends on it. Beat 'em up. They won't try and take control of you again if you stick it out till the end. " Ace said his eyes searching her face for emotion. "Dee you have control over your own life, over yourself, instead of hurting yourself so that they can't hurt you. Hurt them when they try to hurt you." He said nodding. Then he saw something not to far away. He saw buildings. He looked at Dee and gave her a big smile. "C'mon I'll buy you some Sharp Cheddar."
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Post by xmarci on Aug 26, 2011 21:02:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Something about the gleam in Ace's eyes told Deirdra not to respond to him. He seemed too determined for her to go there. Though there was no warning or threat in his gaze, something about it made her very sure there was no winning this argument. Ace either truly believe what he said or he was willing to back up his lie to his very last breath, no exceptions. So her gaze lingered on his for a few moments, then lowered to the ground. It seemed that was where they were meant to stay, these days. The ground, the path of least resistance. The girl just didn't understand—his nickname for her, and his kindness, and his insistence to try and convince her of nice things about herself. None of it made any sense to her. It was rather overwhelming.
Ace continued, and Deirdra found herself ducking her head even lower. ”It's not so simple.” She said, though she didn't completely sound convinced of this. Her mind was whirrling with the words of her father, the many, many things he'd called her. Pretty had been one of them. Shitty, shitty, pretty darling. That's what he'd called her. And then he'd always do something...bad. So, wasn't being pretty bad? It had never served her well, she thought. Still, fighting with a guy who was bigger and stronger than her was not her idea of a good time. So she didn't say anything more, a look overcoming her features that permitted no more delving into this particular subject.
Deirdra shook her head when he spoke. It seemed all thoughts of the game were dispelled by her odd answer to his invasive question. And Ace hadn't understood what she'd meant. How could he? How could he without knowing what she'd been through, her father abusing her, stripping her of her humanity and soul for fourteen years. She still hadn't recovered, and she didn't know if she ever would. So how could she just release that, and allow her father's control to fade from her life. It would never go away. Some scars ran too deep. Barely resisting the urge to start hugging herself, she repeated the thought. ”Some scars run too deep.” Her gaze briefly grew dark again, boring into the ground with deadened passion. Then, after a few seconds, it faded. The earth girl merely looked tired.
Her arms fell limply at her sides, and she arched her neck to look up at the sky. Oh, how wonderful the sky was. So unlike anything bad she'd ever experienced. It was clear and expansive and freeing just to look at. ”If you can just learn to fly....” It was murmured in a barely audible way, obviously not for Ace's ears, though he might have overheard it. It was just a part of a slightly happier poem she'd written when she was younger. When she was getting her fill of the world outside every chance she had. Deirdra didn't know whether she'd been better or worse back then. She certainly had been more full of life, in an odd sort of way.
Ace's voice brought her back to reality. She turned to face toward the boy, her expression cleared of all former pain and anger. She was simply calm again, as closed off as ever. But in a way her gaze was a bit softer as she looked at him. Then his words registered, and she looked confused again. What?”Why?” As far as she knew, he had no reason to buy her some cheese. Sure, she loved it to death, but she hadn't asked for any, nor complained or hinted or anything. Was it usual for people to just offer her things like that?
After awhile, the green eyes fell on the approaching town of Maple Hollow. She looked at it for a second, then glanced at Ace, ”What are you going to do there?” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 26, 2011 22:29:39 GMT -5
Ace nodded, he didn't know how to reply to that. "It is simple, the truth is plain to see." He said then he decided to drop the subject, it seemed that she wasn't really enjoying the conversation they were having and so he decided to let it lay. It wasn't a lie to him, but she wouldn't see it and he had no idea why. He wanted her too see why she was but it wasn't something that was explained well in words. And Ace knew crappy explanations, he had gone through some with Dee before.
Ace nodded, right, scars some did run deep. "I know." He mumbled his gaze falling onto his wrist where his watch would have been if the jacket wasn't covering it. He saw her stare at the ground again. He guessed that everyone had their secrets, their story. Who would she tell her's too?
Ace watched her crane her neck up and stare at the sky. He heard words whispered, just barely, but he heard a small sentence uttered enough to evoke a memory from his past. "Touch the ocean blue sky. Learn to kiss the clouds, and sing with the birds. Where angel's trumpets can be heard. To learn to fly, impossible, but I must, I must try." He said reciting a poem he once wrote with the words she said. Well not the exact words, he used the words learn to fly of course. That was a while ago, a long long time ago when he was back in a dark time. "It's beautiful isn't it?" He asked innocently enough. The sky was his obsession when he had his attack. The sky was his symbol of peace, and freedom. He loved to stare up at the sky, at day and night, jealous of the birds. Once he wanted to become a pilot and soar the skies. But now, well he still might have wanted to still be a pilot but he had to learn other things first.
Ace blinked as she asked him why. He shrugged and gave her a light happy smile. "Well you like cheese right? Well if it'll make you happy then I'll buy you some." Ace said simply. There was no other reason for it. He didn't want to bribe her, or to try and get on her good side. She just seemed a little down after their game and Ace didn't want to see her happy for once. Cheese, if it made her happy hell if it made her smile for him well he'd buy her a whole mountain made of cheese. It was something Ace had noticed, she had never smiled with him. Not once, not at his lame jokes, or his horrible explanations, she didn't smile at him being so red. Nothing, at all made her smile when he was with her. Ace was bothered by that, usually he would have made anyone smile by then. Well mostly anyone.
Ace shrugged at her question. "Buy some gags from the prank store at the mall. Maybe buy some markers and stuff." He said giving her a general view of what he was going for, he didn't have any real plan, maybe write some graffiti on that one wall near the bathrooms. Heh that wall, they tried painting over it once but someone kept writing even after that, it was still bad and you could get in trouble if you were caught but some people turned a blind eye. Eventually they just stopped painting over it, until there was no room for graffiti and by then it looked horrible so they had to paint over it. It was a nice piece of culture right there at the mall. Someone took a few pictures of the wall before they painted over it, just in case someone might have had a piece of writing they really liked. "Why don't you come with me. I'll treat you to a day out on the town." He said with a grin as he pushed the bike along.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 27, 2011 9:39:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood my soul is on fire, a shot in the dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She didn't understand. Of course she didn't understand. She never understood, and she was getting tired of it. Was her reality really so different from that of everyone else? Was she really the only person who'd been conditioned this way, who saw these things as truth, who knew the world as she knew it? Deirdra glanced at Ace when he told her it was the simple truth, plain to see, and carefully hid the disgust in her eyes. It was impossible for him to know why she saw things this way. He just didn't know. Damnit, damnit. The young woman screwed her eyes shut, trying to think of something happier to get her away from all of this stubbornness.
She was surprised, however, when he didn't fight her about the scars part of her words. Deirdra hadn't said that because she'd wanted to continue to argue, but she'd expected him to pry, or to tell her that no, there was always a way out. Instead, she just got a sad tone and the words 'I know'. Her eyes flicked toward him, and she caught him looking at his hand. Or his arm, she couldn't quite tell. But there was real interest in her eyes as she surveyed his form, wondering what exactly he meant by that. What had happened to him that she was able to accept that truth so easily? For the first time, the girl wondered if he could have any idea what pain really was.
He eyes went wide when he started speaking, not having thought he'd heard her words. She continued looking at the sky for a few seconds, then turned her eyes on him to listen to the rest of the poem. All her features went soft, and she nodded slowly when he'd finished. ”Yes.” It was evident that Deirdra was a little stunned from seeing such a side from a man. But she continued cautiously. ”Yes, it's beautiful. Who wrote that?” She knew that her own 'poems' were juvenile at best. She was not a poem writer. They just came to her compulsively sometimes, and she wrote them down. To revising, no fixing or checking. It was a different, simpler style. But it worked for her.
Letting out a long breath, she turned her eyes ahead. ”You make no sense.” It was her own defensive way of saying she understood none of his reasons for this. He really cared that much about making her happy? She didn't even want to look at him try to understand his thoughts by searching his eyes. She knew she'd see something soft and genuine, something she'd seen in them several times during this conversation. Something she was resisting. Bowing her head a bit, she mused to herself that he hadn't earned her trust yet. She shouldn't just give it away so easily. So she held onto it very, very tightly.
”Gags?” She asked curiously. ”What's a gag?” It struck her that she'd been asking lots of simple questions like this, too. Was there no end to this guy's patience? Most other people showed signs of exasperation by this time, making her want to pull back into herself again and save herself the trouble of feeling the rejection. But Ace was being perfectly friendly, persistently cheerful. He even tried to convince her that he was enjoying spending time with her. When Ace asked if she'd like to come along, she immediately felt the internal urge to say no, she didn't want to. No no no no no. But something made her hesitate. Instead, she shrugged a bit, saying, ”Maybe for awhile.” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 27, 2011 11:30:58 GMT -5
Ace grinned, "I did. A long time ago." He said smiling at the girl. He wasn't the best at writing poems, he just wrote whatever he had thought up. He liked writing those poems, it felt nice to just write it out. He wrote out his feelings in those poems. But that was a long time ago. He had grown out of that old habit, though during class he would just write a poem out of pure boredom at best. Back then though, he took his poems seriously and he cared for them. He even submitted them to a local writing magazine once, a few of them even got published. One of his proudest moments was opening up that magazine and seeing his name and his poem there.
Ace gave her a grin "Yea I do that sometimes." He said with a laugh. Sometimes he didn't make sense. Whenever he was hyper he would talk really really fast, and not be able to make sense or his own words. Or when he was trying to explain something that was so hard to explain he didn't make sense. But that made sense to Ace. He just wanted her to be happy around him. It made sense to Ace, but maybe it didn't make sense to her.
Ace grinned. "A gag is, like, a joke toy." He said now that was hard to explain. "How bout I show you what a gag is when we get to the mall." He said motioning towards the town. He wanted to show her a gag, and maybe teach her how to use them if she wanted too. He'd have to keep her away from Kyle if he was working today though. He liked to trick his own customers, it's amazing he still helped keep the place in business. Though Ace knew his tricks, he doubted that Dee did. He grinned with happiness when she said she would come with him for a while. "Well then let's go!" He said happily pushing his bike a little faster, moving a bit closer to the town.
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