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Post by xmarci on Aug 19, 2011 12:35:29 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 AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Deirdra didn't usual make a spectacle of herself. Even when she was going insane she had this inhibition inside of her that wished severely for everyone to leave her alone. Calling attention to herself was one of her least favorite activities. Worse than all the eyes she felt were tearing away her flesh were the people who spoke, who'd say things about her that she'd heard said about her father. And even worse than that, the people who would approach her and try to touch her, or to talk to her. She hated when people did that. She didn't know what to do and she didn't know whether they would try to hurt her or not. So she tried to keep herself as inconspicuous as possible.
But sometimes....sometimes things went wrong anyway.
”You didn't do that. You shouldn't do that again.” She was saying. Something about her tone was off. Everything about the rest of her was off. Deirdra, the mild-mannered, submissive young woman, was making a thunder boy back away from her with a look. Her green eyes were wide with some sort of maniac emotion, a sick, twisted smile on her face as she reached out and grabbed the knife one of her vines had taken from him. ”You, killing it. Torturing it. What gave you the right?” Vines were growing around her, growing and dying quickly in a way that barely consumed any energy but still looked frightening.
'I didn't do anything!' He shouted at her, his own voice strained with fear. No one had ever seen Deirdra so bad before. From inside a rage of lunacy she was stepping toward him, a thunder who could not have been more than eleventh grade. Physically, he was bigger than her. But Deirdra had the decided upper hand with her power, and she wasn't afraid at this point to use it. Seeing at his first attempt did not make her back down at all, he decided to try again, 'I was whittling a stick! That's all! I wasn't going to use it for anything bad.'
There were fairly deep in the wilderness, not so deep there was great danger of meeting something that could hurt them, but deep enough that shouts and yells like theirs would not be heard from the grounds. Deirdra was minutes away from doing something she would later greatly regret, but she was not enough in her right mind to stop herself. ”You cut it from a tree.”
'No. It was on the grou-'
She hissed to make him quiet, taking another step forward and brandishing the knife. She'd already been in an episode before she'd seen him, chopping a piece of her beloved forest to bits. It had been a bad one, and she'd felt it coming on so she'd retreated into the woods. But not far enough, obviously. Because this boy was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and he'd inadvertently made her episode even worse. ”How could you do that!” She was yelling now. ”How could you hurt something so small, innocent and defenseless! How could you tear it apart, bit by bit, by cutting and hitting it with knives! How could you!”
At this point, he threw caution to the wind. The boy started running, as fast away from her as he could. Deirdra acted instinctively, and soon roots had pulled out of the ground to trip him. As he skidded to a painful halt on his stomach, Deirdra began to walk toward him, still holding the knife tightly. She stared hard at him, not really sure what she was going to do, but sure she was going to do something. |
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Post by tessa on Aug 19, 2011 13:27:56 GMT -5
Great... I just have to get lost again... you'd think that someone who claimed to be smart would at least know how to navigate... the blonde thought to herself, just continuing to walk foreword in the forest. Well, either she'd get back to the school grounds or she'd get to some form of a fence and would just go the opposite way from it. Yes... that was a plan. She just had to keep moving to avoid the spiders. The girl might not be afraid of bears, wolves or anything else that could be lurking there but the little, bloodsucking beasts scared the life out of her. that was pretty much the only thing that scared her... well, there was the emotional stuff like the losing of a friend of a loved one... she wasn't the only one with that fear. That she knew for sure.
Unlike the last time she had gone into the forest, she wasn't just in a bikini(yeah, don't ask...). This time she was in a comfy set of sneakers, army-patterned cargo pants and a brown tee shirt with the letter 'I', a heart and an acorn on it. Well, it made sense, really, but that wasn't really the time to discuss tee shirt designs. She could've sworn she heard screams. That was good enough for her. The girl just bolted in the direction she heard the voice coming from. For some odd reason, she was sure she knew that voice or had heard it somewhere. It wasn't really the reason why she had picked off. She didn't just label the screams or anything. Also, she had a sense for some sort of danger. She had had the same feeling every time the Trescotts had an argument and every time Mrs. Tresscott was about to get hit... or every time Freya was about to get hit... Either way, she just ran, half tripping once or twice, but she landed on her hand every time and picked up again. That's what happened when dashing through a forest even if you did have sneakers...
Coming close, she could see and hear the boy try to run away. She recognized that figure. It was a thunder... The guy was in Freya's class, even. And then there was another figure. Something seemed off about the way she walked at him... who was that anyway?... she swore she had seen the girl or she seemed very similar to someone Freya should know. The thought got pushed out of her head, as she stopped. The blonde had ran up a smaller hill. She figured she should at least see how it really looked. Perhaps Freya had been overreacting. As crazy as that sounded, it had happened a few times throughout her life. But she only lingered a second. She had seen the guy on the ground, obviously scared and the girl going at him with a knife. Screw reason, she was getting in there!
Sliding down the hill, she leaped forward and landed right in front of the other girl. Now that was just pig's luck, but anyway- Freya glanced at the girl with a surprisingly calm look and turned to her, stretching both of her hands out to the sides, as if giving up or about to not let her pass if this were a basketball game. "Hey, there!... You're not stabbing anyone before you go through me..."
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Post by xmarci on Aug 20, 2011 11:30:59 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 AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was indeed a great surprise for another person to just suddenly land in front of her like that. Deirdra didn't know what to do for a second, her attention momentarily taken from the boy who was scrambling for his feet again. Her green eyes snapped to the girl in front of her, and she took a few steps back, a scowl showing on her features. She couldn't decide whether she wanted to hide the knife or hold it aloft in a threatening manner, and thus, she did nothing. Her arm went limp, still loosely holding the dangerous object.
The real Deirdra, she would have thanked this girl for stopping her. She might have even started tearing up a bit with the relief that came from being stopped from such a horrendous act. But though she was surprised, she was far from snapped out of this episode of lunacy, her free hand twitching some, an itch gathering in the spot she had been written on when she was younger. Why not write something on this boy? Why not punish him for his cruelty?
Not stabbing anyone? The earth student let the smile, the warped, wrong smile, come back to her features, and her stare gained a rare intensity, ”I wasn't going to stab him, dear one.” Her eyes went to the boy, who was now standing stock still a ways behind his rescuer. Deirdra's eyes narrowed at him, her voice growing colder, ”I was going to write on him. He should have to remember what he did. It's only fair, after he did this to me.... It's only fair....” Her eyes shut for a second, her left hand moving subconsciously to the place on her thigh where the word had been carved. At this point she was seeing her father. All reality was lost in the mire of nightmares and anger.
Something was obviously wrong with this girl.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and pointed the tip of the knife at the intruder's face. A blatant challenge was in her expression as she laughed, ”You'd protect him? This sick animal? You're just as bad as he is, the hurting, the hitting, the cutting. I was trapped, trapped in the dark, and I'm not going back!” She didn't make a move, then, but she held the knife tightly, ready to do anything if this girl was going to act. Deirdra expected either attack or retreat. There was no alternative in her mind. |
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