A SKY FULL OF LIGHTERS (deirdra)

[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] kiwi had heard the stories, or rather rumors, since he had never actually seen anything to prove them. the fact that the surrounding wilderness was all of the sudden home to dangerous animals and all were cautioned. perhaps he was stupid for coming here, or maybe he just wanted to prove a point. either way, as kiwi made his way eagerly to the forest, he had to admit that his heart began to pick up its pace. there was always the chance he would encounter these animals that people had talked about, and in that case, what would the germaphobe do? hope that, when all else failed, that the animal did not touch him? just the thought of it sent a shiver down kiwi's spine. imagine the germs, and that is just on the outside. even worse, imagine if its mouth touched him. shaking his head, thoughts like these would not help him move forward in his photographic adventure. grasping his camera carefully, the strap hung around his neck just in case his hands failed him, he was excited. although he was not using his favourite camera, his olden day one broken and in need of his tinkering, he figured his new one would do for now. as he reached the entrance of the forest, he took in a deep breath and moved forward, venturing into the unknown. the first thing kiwi noticed was not the beautiful foliage that laid around, waiting to be pictured, but rather, the change in temperature. walking here was enough to make the pale boy turn around, hating the sun. however, in the wilderness, the large trees that hung above him kept out a surprisingly large amount of the sun and the heat. instantly feeling better, wondering why people were cautioned from such a beautiful place, he prepared his camera. spotting the perfect place, almost like the trees formed a canopy and had a eerie path that lead deeper into the wilderness, kiwi decided it would be the first place he would start. kneeling down and fixing the light setting on his camera, he held the object up to his eye and with a few quick snaps, it was over. raising, he gazed around him, spotting a bright patch of flowers, ones he was not familiar with. moving toward him, snap and those pictures were finished too. it was easy to see that kiwi was a natural when it came to photography and had the academy actually have a photography class, he would be in it, front row and center. starting to feel himself, like it always happened when taking pictures, drift off into his focused state of mind, the only thing keeping his mind down to earth was the constant snapping of his camera going off. there was something he had always found pleasing and calming about hearing a camera go off, as weird as it sounded. "if only cherry were here." he added, loving including his photos with her face. some found it odd to see two siblings so close and inseparable, especially at their age. however, despite the odd looks, no one understood his unique ways better than her.	[atrb=width,140] words , five two seven. tagged , miss deirdra. clothes , relaxed notes , finally got this thing up!
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[xmarci]

[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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The big, bad forest had never really scared Deirdra. When she'd first started coming to the academy, she'd been so closed in on herself that she hadn't even cared if a wolf should attack her and carry her off to it's den. Or whatever wolves were supposed to do. Plants and animals were her personal therapy, her ability to stay sane. When she was feeling like she was going to panic, she'd try her best to get to the wood to calm down, to touch the trees and the earth, and to feel like she was nothing again. There were too many people in the academy. The wild was where her heart was. That was why the earth girl took her pen and notebook out into the forest almost every day. It was perhaps one of the reasons people didn't know her very well, but it was also the reason she had not yet snapped bad enough to be expelled or worse. Deirdra's time alone with her stories was the time she had to recoup, to heal. And she needed a lot of healing. So today, much like any other day, she was sitting in her little secret clearing, using one of the few real shafts of sunlight for her writing. Poems, stories, words. Anything that she needed to vent, she wrote it in her notebook. And she always kept her notebooks—there were at least a dozen full ones in her dorm room at that moment. However, this time she could hear someone approaching. Not far off, she heard a little shutter sound, and then silence. She looked up. Someone was moving.... Ah. There it was again. The sound of a camera shutter. Deirdra set her pen in her notebook and put them both on the moss that covered the ground of the clearing. Then she stood, moving silently toward the sound, keeping herself hidden in case it turned out to be a person she would rather not deal with. Within a few moments she could see a boy through the trees, moving about and taking pictures of randoms things he saw. It did not take Deirdra too long to understand that he was trying to find pretty things to take pictures of. Pretty or unique. She didn't know why, but she felt a sort of kinship to that. The ability to appreciate plants and nature was something the held dearly, not having seen most any of them until she'd been fourteen. So when he turned his camera on a little grove of trees, she waved her hand toward them, and spanish moss began to grow from the branches. Some ivy crept along the ground, and as a final touch, small lavender flowers bloomed from the ground. In moments, she had changed the scene entirely, into something even more beautiful. Just so that he didn't get freaked out, Deirdra showed herself from behind the tree. A softer look that usual was held in her quiet green eyes, and she stared evenly at him. ”Is that good?” She glanced at her creation, then back at the boy. ”I can change it back if you want.” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[kiwi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] THROW YOUR SOUL THROUGH EVERY OPEN DOOR. COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS TO FIND WHAT YOU LOOK FOR, TURN MY SORROW INTO TREASURED GOLD. YOU PAY ME BACK IN KIND AND REAP JUST WHAT YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - sow
[atrb=width,240] so focused in his own world, kiwi barely noticed the scenery around him become much more beautiful and vibrant than it had been a few moments earlier. as he snapped the pictures, slowly he lowered his camera from his eye with a puzzled look upon his face. had those plants been there before? what about that moss? he titled his head, staring at the odd change before him. then, suddenly and enough to give the poor boy a heart attack, he heard a voice. turning much faster than required and becoming defensive, a perplexed gaze stared at a girl. "is that good?" he repeated the girl's question in his head, while looking from her to the scenery, and back again. his confusion delayed his reaction of being socially awkward and for a moment, kiwi almost seemed normal, until it caught up to him. no longer amused by the sudden change of things, he could feel that nervous feeling enter his body that was so famous. "so long as she stays over there..." he thought to himself, wishing he had brought hand sanitizer. sometimes he wondered if other humans were worse than the creatures rumoured to be in the wild. i mean, both contained germs, but humans talked and had a way of making things worse at times. "you're being rude kiwi!" his thoughts snapped at him and kiwi jumped at the sudden interruption. staring up at the girl, he gave her a slanted smile, not knowing what he got himself into. "you did this?" he finally spoke, his voice low and quivering. so kiwi was clearly not the person to be making a conversation, old news. he sighed, trying to relax his breathing that had picked up and waited for the girl to reply. it was a stupid question, he knew that. after all, she had already implied she had done the changing, but it was the only think the socially awkward boy could come up with. after all, she was a girl and a rather pretty one at that. with a gulp, kiwi felt even more embarrassed. had that been as loud as he thought it was? oh god, here he went messing things up again! "my name is kiwi." he quickly babbled out of no where, wondering if he had spoken too fast for her to even understand. raising a hand, he ran it through his hair. this is exactly why he did not do conversations and visits with people. here he was, in front of a girl, making a complete idiot out of himself. "where is cherry when i need her!" he wondered, panicked. at least if cherry were there, his social awkwardness would not be as noticeable. after all, two socially awkward people seemed almost normal... right?	[atrb=width,140] words , four six one. tagged , miss deirdra. clothes , relaxed notes , so excited!
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[xmarci]

[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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Deirdra nodded slowly, looking at the boy with interest. Where he'd been perfectly at ease a few minutes ago, he was unable to speak and looking as terrified as the girl had ever seen a person. She reached a hand out slowly, running her fingers along the rough bark of the tree beside her for a time. ”Yes.” She said eventually, the words soft but carrying. Interesting how this boy, in this situation, did nothing to set off her usual fears. He looked completely harmless. Less than harmless. In fact, he really shouldn't be out here in the woods alone. It didn't look like he'd do very well against a coyote. ”I did. Is it good?” He threw out his name so fast, Deirdrah ad to replay her memory in order to catch it. Kiwi? Her mouth twitched a bit, as though she had actually come close to smiling for a second. Her green eyes looked him over slowly, and then she said, ”Kiwi is a fruit.” Said as a fact, not really in any sort of mocking tone. It was just a little amusing. Leaning against the tree, she continued slowly, ”It's a very unusual name. Mine is too.” With a tilt of her head, she finished, ”I am Deirdra.” There were a few moments of silence while she looked at him quietly, and during that time she absently grew a pure white water lily out of nothing in her free hand, holding it cupped in her palm at waist height. She did that a lot, when she was out in places like this. It made her feel real and alive to be able to add to the beauty of nature. And being an earth elemental, she could call upon her powers to make things beautiful no matter the season. As long as she had the energy, there was nothing she could not create among the trees and flowers. Deirdra wasn't at all bothered by this boy's awkwardness—it didn't even register with her. She had her own sorts of social troubles, after all. ”Why is your hair blue?” She ended up asking softly, a bit of a frown showing in her expression as she looked at the oddly-colored mop of hair. He had just run his hand through it, so it was messy and askew. But then again, Deirdra really didn't pay too much attention to her own hair. At this point it was brushed, but not styled or kept in any right order. It was disheveled but pretty, as was her usual. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] kiwi looked between the new scenery, then back at the girl. then once again, because he felt like it, looked between the two once more. before replying to the girl, kiwi knelled down, holding his camera up to his face. snapping a few pictures, some close up and others farther away, he smiled to himself, standing up. turning his frame toward the girl, he nodded. "it is good." he replied to her question, his voice still low but not quivering nearly as much as the first time. "good for pictures." he added. kiwi wondered why he had never thought of the idea before, but then again, if he had, would anything really become of it? probably not. not from socially awkward fruit boy, someone who, in the midst of things, finds it hard to even talk to his sister at times. kiwi's blue eyes stared intently at the girl's face and when her mouth twitched, kiwi wondered why. then, with her next words, kiwi frowned. yes, he was named after a fruit, and so was cherry and apple. did it matter? when she revealed her name, kiwi instantly tried to think of some sort of clever comment to say based on her name, but came up empty handed. with a sigh, he gave deirdra another slanted smile. "yes, it is unusual." he spoke, voice low and warming up just a hint. then, like he managed to always do, kiwi over thought his comment and realized it could be considered rude. "but i like it." he added pathetically, his form of evening things out. how? he barely knew himself. with moments of silence breaking between the two, kiwi itched to take more picture to feel more comfortable, but instead, he remained still, observing deirdra. although she did not seem to pose any harm to him, kiwi could not help but be glued to the ground. "why is your hair blue?" the question had come out of no where and kiwi was left puzzled. being asked the question was not a new one, in fact, many had asked him before, but the answer never changed. he had no real reason, no set time in his life when he decided to change it, he just did. with a shrug, he glanced up to deirdra. "i'm not entirely sure." he replied, a faint laugh following the words. "it fit?" he offered as a response, but knew it was far from the interesting one she was probably hoping for. finally taking his blue eyes off deirdra, kiwi gazed around the forest area and spotted a section he had yet to take pictures of. gazing back to deirdra, he tried to sound confident. "would you mind working your magic over there?" he question, a horrible attempt at a smile overing his face as his pale finger pointed to the section. hoping she did not feel like he was using her, kiwi waited patiently for the answer, not wanting to push.	[atrb=width,140] words , four nine five. tagged , miss deirdra. clothes , relaxed notes , sorry for zee wait... and crappyness -.-
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[xmarci]

[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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A soft smile appeared on her features. It was small, very small, but it did something for her that no amount of expensive clothing or jewelery could. Deirdra was a very pretty girl, it was just a natural radiance, when she relaxed enough to let it show. And here, with her hand on the trunk of a tree, her powers exercised to the point where she was feeling more comfortable, the young woman was relaxed. ”I'm glad.” She liked the idea that he was making the beauty she made immortal. Perhaps, if she decided she liked him, she would ask to see the pictures later. Perhaps. She shook her head a little. ”I don't know if I like it, but it's me.” Of course, her father could have been lying when he'd told her that he'd picked that name out for her. Still, it was her name. Some people decided to change what other people called them, but in a way the girl identified with her name. Whenever she remembered that her father had barely addressed her that way she felt better about it. Maybe he had been lying, she'd think. Maybe her mother had named her that. Timothy Rosewood had never liked things that reminded him of his wife. Moving her gaze to meet Kiwi's she smiled a bit. ”Do you like your name?” Kiwi didn't seem to have a good reason for his blue hair. Had she met him a few years earlier, Deirdra may have wondered why no one else was born with blue hair, and what exactly had happened to this poor boy in the womb. But her knowledge of the world had steadily grown since her fifteenth birthday, and so she was able to figure out that it wasn't natural. After a couple of seconds of considering his hair, the girl leaned away from the tree and crouched down. ”What color was it first?” This she said while she looked at the ground and placed the hand with the flower near the soil at her feet. Soon, it had grown roots into the ground. Since it was a water lily, it would die soon after she stopped concentrating on it. But for now, it was prettily out of place in the forest floor. ”No.” She said, her voice still soft as she stood and moved to stand a few feet away from the boy. Looking at the area he had indicated, she drew in a deep breath. As she exhaled, flowers grew, green plants grew greener, unsightly weeds disappeared. Many subtle things happened to make yet another area of the forest prettier. At her level, once she'd stabilized plants she could forget about them and they would live or die normally. So even though she was no longer expending energy on the first scene she'd fixed, it was mostly still intact. When she was done, she turned and tilted her head. ”Pretty. Pretty but dangerous. If you tried, could you fight a bear off?” TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] there is something very calming and internally blissful about making someone glad. it is a simple word, something that does not describe an entirely large thing, except for a single emotion. the word does not describe why they are feeling that emotion, or what brought them to feel that emotion, but so long as it describes what it is intended to. with a light smile painting his face, the simplistic word was contagious. it made him glad to. glad to make her glad. glad to have something beautiful to capture. glad to make it immortal, if not, stealing its soul. on the mention of his name, kiwi thought for a moment. he had never thought in the way of questioning his name, questioning whether he liked it or not. it was just there, like air, something you did not bother about. yet, being forced to think about it, to image another life where his name would not be kiwi was one that was rather interesting. if he had not been named kiwi, what would cherry and apple be named? would his mother potentially been obsessed with vegetables instead? oh goodness, could his name be corn, or potato? with a light laugh from personal thoughts, he shook his head. "i agree with this name more than the ones it could of been, so yes." he replied simply, the amusement still lingering within his vocals. moving onto another topic, something less fruity and more hairy, kiwi wondered if it was normal for general curiosities such as hair and names to be brought up on conversations. however, the poor soul lacked enough conversations to compare, and thus, made this one the most interesting. kiwi knew what color his original hair was, he would never forget it. he always remembered the dark chocolate mess his nanny used to call it and how she described her love for such a rich and dark mob of hair. "it used to be dark chocolate." he replied absent-mindedly while still stuck in the memory. it was a simple one, and as quickly as it had filled his head, it had disappeared. raising his glance to meet deir's eyes, she observed the flower at her foot grow and prosper, clearly out of place in an area that lacked its water homeland. raising his camera, he snapped the flower quickly, a unique memory of a unique encounter. watching as deir went to work once more, making a place that seemed lifeless, despite the obvious growth, come to life. he waited patiently, more impressed with the process rather than the idea that he was able to capture the magic. once she had finished, kiwi easily fell into his roll of photographer, snapping the scene from different aspects and directions. up, down, left, and right. he wondered if watching him as his less magical work intrigued deir as much as her earth abilities impressed him. once he was finished, he was introduced with another question that forced his head to tilt sideways in wonder. was it a knack for deir to come up with odd questions? "i've never thought about it before, but i'd like to think so." he replied, knowing that if a bear was in his presence, that he would be able to save his life in some way. "would you?" he returned the question, curious of the answer this girl might be able to muster up.	[atrb=width,140] words , five six seven. tagged , miss deirdra. clothes , relaxed notes , once again, CRAPPY! blame it on university, please.
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[xmarci]

[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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Could have been? Deirdra gained a thoughtful look as she tilted her head, pondering the possibilities of Kiwi's names. Ben. Charles. Patrick. Then, she did something very out of character. It must have been the comfort of the atmosphere, coupled with this kid's ability to subvert her usual panicky instincts. She laughed a bit, then said, ”Frank.” That would have been a horrible name for this kid, she could already tell. He was such an enigma, he fit his crazy fruit name. Something so mundane as Frank would just conceal the different, even with the stark blue hair. The humor disappeared as fast as it had come, leaving a content yet blank expression in it's wake. And it stayed that way, until he mentioned the color his hair used to be. The slightest bit of a grimace passed her face, then, and she said, ”Blue is better.” No, she had nothing against the color brown, but she wasn't fond of chocolate. It was perhaps a bit childish, but anything described it that way made her instantly like it less. For this reason, she never used the word in her own writing. If Deirdra was a little more self-aware, she might have thought that she was a very, very odd person. She was a bit surprised when he snapped a picture of the waterlily, not having considered that he might think that worth remembering. A brief little smile came and went, and then, as she stood up again, she released her concentration on it, merely glancing at it as it withered and vanished into the dirt. It didn't make her sad, like it used to. It was just a flower, and she could make another. But she still couldn't make herself just not watch as she knew the thing was dying. Perhaps she still cared just a bit. The young woman gave him an appraising look. ”I don't think you could.” It was just honesty. He didn't look very old, so his powers couldn't have manifested very powerfully. She tilted her head a bit, ”They don't attack much, but you shouldn't be out here alone.” Again, just a fact. It almost sounded as though she didn't care. Which, in all honesty.... Dee had no idea what she would do if faced with a total stranger being attacked by a wild animal. Would she even feel a need to help out? She was so dull and closed off...she might not feel anything. ”No, not fight.” While she didn't react to animals the way she reacted to people, she still didn't like confrontations. ”Thistles and vines to slow it down, tree limbs to help me get out of it's reach.” She said, not looking at the boy beside her. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[kiwi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] THROW YOUR SOUL THROUGH EVERY OPEN DOOR. COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS TO FIND WHAT YOU LOOK FOR, TURN MY SORROW INTO TREASURED GOLD. YOU PAY ME BACK IN KIND AND REAP JUST WHAT YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - sow
[atrb=width,240] frank. the name had come randomly and forced kiwi to cringe. there was something all to common, to simple about the name frank. it reminded him of an old man wearing a suit, living in his briefcase. nodding his head, he put out a painful smile. "that is a perfect example of the horrible names that people have created." he commented, more matter-of-factly rather than distastefully. observing deir, he wondered what sort of common and horrible name that she could be called. perhaps brittany, or alyssa? both names reminded him of some sort of prostitute, as all common names did. especially breann. with the mention of his hair back on topic, kiwi ran his hand through it, sending it array. he shook his head, the blue strands moving easily back into their original places. if there was one thing he liked about his hair, despite the color, it was how easy it was to keep under control. then again, if it was not so easy to tame, kiwi's ocd would kick it into place. with the thought of ocd looming in his head, the notion of germs slowly started to enter as well and he realize that he had not been worrying or fussing over the microscopic organisms as he normally would. glancing at deir, he mentally thanked her for giving him some time to enjoy life, rather than fear germs. brutally honest or simply speaking her mind, kiwi was unsure of whether he should of been hurt with her comment, or accepted it. nodding his head, indicating he heard it and took it into account, he remained silent for a moment. "i said i would try to fight it, i never said i would win." he added, a playful smirk appearing on his pale lips. yes, kiwi was in eleventh grade and still had much to learn about controlling his element, but it would not be completely useless if a bear were to appear. he would try to stun it, never kill it, but simply give himself time to get away rather than give it time to eat him. with her answer on how she would deal with it, kiwi could imagine it effortlessly. she seemed like the type of girl who had been through so much that a bear would not startle her the least. how odd, this deir girl was odd in her own way, hiding something kiwi had yet to put his finger on, just like he was odd in the way of germs. "you would not kill it, but give yourself time." he added absent-mindedly to her explanation. it was at least one thing they had in common, despite being out of place in a world of norms.	[atrb=width,140] words , four five three. tagged , miss deirdra. clothes , relaxed notes , woot. getting this thing out!
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[xmarci]

[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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kiwi didn't seem to appreciate her comment. Dierdra tilted her head a bit, watching his change of expression and wondering what about it had been hurtful. Not many people could fight off a bear, and that's what she'd asked. Oddly enough, she had already decided he would not be able to fight off a bear before she'd asked. But that was how it was with the young woman. She only spoke the words she needed to make the bear minimum of sense. She wasn't one to clarify, or to expand upon things, even if she wanted to. It made it confusing as hell to converse with her, but then again, Deirdra wasn't really inclined to care. Ah, there it was. He had misinterpreted her question. Though her expression cleared slightly, Deirdra didn't make a move to rectify the situation. If he wasn't too very bothered by it, then why change it? It was his business whether or not he thought she was difficult or not. So she took a deep breath, her eyes scanning their surroundings just a bit before they landed on a tree she particularly liked. A bit of a smile hit her lips, and she walked the few steps it took to reach it, both hands moving to touch the bark, moving slowly up and down. Her eyes closed, and a wave of contentedness passed over her once again. Odd, that it was so easy with a boy she barely knew around. Kiwi managed not to trigger anything with her. Again, odd. She glanced at him, but looked back at the tree before answering, ”I don't kill.” Because she knew very well that her father killed. Mostly because he liked to talk to her about it. Once or twice, he had come into the basement and just sat next to her, holding her by her upper arm to make sure she wouldn't leave and telling her in excruciating detail what he had done that day. She didn't know how he'd managed not to be caught for the entirety of those fourteen years. Perhaps it was his power. ”Tried once or twice. Still couldn't.” Not other people, at least. Deirdra was still a little fuzzy on whether or not she'd be capable of killing herself. Almost like a child, playing with a power she'd had since birth, Dee raised one hand toward the boughs of the tree. They lowered themselves a few inches toward her hand, creaking a bit as they bent. Then, when she lower her hand, they went back into their former position. ”Do you like to climb trees?” She asked quietly. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.