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Post by ivy on Nov 11, 2011 20:00:27 GMT -5
It was cold, yes but Ivy was always cold here. She had just gotten used to it. Ivy needed to get out and stretch her legs. The closed in compression of her dorm room was starting to make her feel as if she couldn't breath. Ivy hated the feeling of being closed off or closed in, neither had a fancy to her. She didn't have a specific destination but this is where her two feet brought her. The Cliffs? Why not.
Ivy had situated herself under a tree. What kind was it? She hadn't the slightest clue. All she knew was that it was dry. It was better outside, not so much stuffiness and Ivy preferred it that way. Ivy wasn't much of a inside dweller. She can't keep to one spot for a long period of time and goodness knows she can't stay still. Ivy smirked at the thought of her mother, "Child, I need you to stay in one spot for just a second while I try to finish this up.. Her voice echoed in her mind. Ivy missed her mother. Is that why she had hiked all this way? Maybe.
Shaking off the self pity Ivy reached for the bag she had carried along for the hike. Digging around her found an old leather bound book. A "pass down" of sorts from her siblings. Really it was a book filled with witty quotes and helpful hints of how to get through school. Her fingers had trailed across the pages during hard times and good times. Stopping mind book she smirked at her sisters hand writing "Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great." By: Roger de Rabutin. It was safe to say that Ivy missed her sister.
"And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow." Ivy smirked as she quotes the text. The cold winter was upon them and the quote had popped into her head since she had pretty much, by this point, memorized the entire text.
TAG: open
LOCATION: the cliffs
COUNT: three hundred fifty
COMMENTS: I suck at starting. :X
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 11, 2011 22:10:53 GMT -5
 Since the first war, Nell had found that she liked coming up the cliffs for refuge. She rather enjoyed the height, feeling like she was far away, but still connected to the element she loved. What brought her to the cliffs that day was the fact she wanted to walk off a wound. It may not have been the smartest thing to do—no, going to the medical wing was the smart thing to do—but the electrical burn that ended up tearing open her shirt a little too close to her scar for comfort, and she now covered it with a sweatshirt. The fabric rubbing up against her skin made her wince every so often, but her pain threshold was sometimes nice in situations like these.
She made sure to grab a plant to bring up with her to ‘keep her company’, since she didn’t like having absolutely nothing to do. A Fire student had earlier proved how much he liked plants, so she tucked it under her sweatshirt when exiting the school, even though in her trek up the cliffside she held it in her cold hands. The dipping temperatures felt like reminders of what would be coming in her future, the trial looming all too close. It was no longer months, not even weeks before she’d be going back to America and sititng in a courtroom, trying to convince a most-likely biased jury that she was not a murder.
Nell shook her head to clear her mind, brown bangs gliding across her face. She wrinkled her nose, and blew them away from her face, sighing a little bit. Of course, she was drawn to a nearby tree, thinking it might be a good place to sit down and relax. Her injury kept giving reminders of its presence, but her stubborness still kept her from the medical wing. However, when she approached the tree, she noticed that a girl was already sitting there, looking like she would fit in quite well with winter scenery thanks to her fair features. She caught her words, rolling her eyes up for a moment in thought. The Earth girl was quite good at memorizing quotes, and she had a selection of them in her head. It was all the time spent in libraries, all the time spent with a little girl who was reading Kafka at age six.
”Roy Bean, am I right?” Nell called out, smile on her face as she pinpointed the speaker. It was quite strange for the other girl to be speaking quotes out loud like that, but Nell didn’t judge. She should have been warier in approaching her with the war going on and the fact that she didn’t know the other girl’s element, but Nell was too friendly for that. ”Civil War era,” she said when she drew closer. It was a quote that was often used to describe winter, and realizing that this may have been a rather abrupt introduction, she laughed and said, ”Sorry, uhh…I’m Nell.” She waggled the fingers of her free hand, her plant—well, it was just soil right now—cradled in her arm. ”Whatcha doing up here, other than quoting dead guys?” Her tone and overall demeanor was cheerful and friendly. She couldn’t help but make easy conversation with a complete stranger, especially since she intrigued by a random girl quoting to herself under a tree.
[no you don't. <33]
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