.::.Sight Problems.::.(Tsarashi)

NoireRose
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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

.::.Sight Problems.::.(Tsarashi) Jul 9, 2011 9:39:51 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Jul 9, 2011 9:39:51 GMT -5

-|- Gabriel.Kirtola -|-

I needed out. It was just that simple, I had a nightmare and I wanted out. I hated leaving in the early morning though. Just leaving Anna and Lireal there alone. it made me feel like I was keeping something away from them, which in a way I was.

Then the Shadow People just had to tag along. They always joined me on my walks. They even watched me at times when I slept; which usually kept me up later then usual. As of late everything had been going wrong, and I just felt like the reason everything was going wrong. Especially between me and Lireal. She and I have been arguing more and more then usual. but when I'm surrounded by Shadow People it just makes me angrier then usual.

I sped up my pace and turned in all the same directions to my own little place. The small, quiet park on the outside of town that nobody went to. It wasn't as hot as it has been the past few days, but as of late the humidity has gone up. Which makes me think that it's going to rain. And I atleast wanted to get outside one more time before it began to rain.

Finally it was the last part of the trail until I could be alone at last. That was until I tripped over something. For a while I thought it was a root or a rock, but when I heard a noise I instantly began yelling, "Watch where you're at!"I wasn't sure if it was a male or female, much less an actual person considering the Shadow People liked to annoy me. But all I knew was that now more so then ever I wanted to get to that park.

[[D: I'm sorry Tsarashi. Gabe didn't want to work with me on it.]]

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"I've always wanted to use that spell!"

.::.Sight Problems.::.(Tsarashi) Jul 9, 2011 20:30:39 GMT -5

Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Jul 9, 2011 20:30:39 GMT -5

As much as Astatine loved to stay inside to read and do chores, there were times when the house felt far too stuffy for her liking. Today happened to be one of those days. Even though the house was clean the humidity in the air still brought out the smell of mold and the allergens in the fabrics. So her only two choices were to stay at home, sneezing repeatedly while cleaning the invisible intruder, or going somewhere else. Since she had cleaned the day before and she had a brand new book on the photosynthesis of radioactive carbon she decided that the latter choice would be a decent one.

Then the only question left was where were she and her leather bound thousand page book to go? Normally she would have traveled past the bustling city square to her father’s lab where she would have set up her own little secluded corner of peace and quiet, but her father was on the verge of another scientific breakthrough, which was why he had been leaving earlier and earlier to work. All that meant was that it would have been far from quiet there at that moment, and she didn’t need her father tugging on her arm all day asking her opinion and what she thought would be the best course of action. It was his job, not hers.

The library had also been another choice of a place to go, but Astatine would rather sit on the sidewalk than sit at those grubby tables, touching things that thousands of other hands have touched. And the last thing she needed was a librarian demanding to know where she obtained her book. Her father had given it to her, and he bought it from who knew where. All she knew was that it wasn’t something that someone her age was supposed to have in her possession. It was a text specifically for upper level chemists, which she would someday be.

That left one question; where else was there to go? She could have gone to her eldest brother’s house, but she felt it was rude to interrupt his family life. She could have sat on the sidewalk, but there were too many people around. What she needed was a place that was secluded and quiet. She needed a place that wasn’t too far from home and had enough lighting for her to be able to see the dark words on the pages in front of her. That was when Astatine remembered about the small and oft forgotten about park that she hadn’t been to since her eldest brother moved out. It was a good twenty minute walk to the park and the number of pedestrians became fewer and fewer as she went along, but when she had finally gotten there she made her way to the back of the park where the trees were the thickest.

Now Astatine was looking down at the heavy book that rested upon her legs that were folded to the side, she smiled silently to herself the words were memorized in her mind, she loved reading almost as much as she loved knowing about anything and everything related to her future work. The air was light, but misty; the humidity coupled with the cooler air kissed her skin in such a way that it was almost soothing. It smelt like pine and rain and somewhere in the back of her mind that was still back at the house she wished that they could make something to make her living room smell like that. There were birds chirping and singing, but she had tuned them out. There was nothing to get in the way of her and her book.

She didn’t even hear the sound of the stranger’s footfalls as they became closer, invading her territory. When he became closer alarm bells went off in her mind to warn her of his presence, but it was already too late, he was already on top of her. Or at least he would have been if she hadn’t scooted back a half of a second before he tripped over her feet. She took a deep breath as she looked him over, hoping that he wouldn’t lash out at her for being in his way. He had dark hair and skin that was a sharp contrast in comparison to her pale white skin that hardly ever seen the light of day, most of what he was wearing was dark, though his pants were a lighter grey.

Then of course he verbally lashed out at her, she had expected it. Strangers yell at her all the time when she wasn’t doing anything of consequence, it’s just the way people were. People were cruel. She took in another sharp intake of breath, trying and failing to suppress the whimper that escaped her lips. Maybe if she was good he wouldn’t comment on the frightened noise. Maybe if she closed her eyes really tight she wouldn’t be able to see his bright eyes. Maybe if she was quiet he would go away. Her life was always filled with maybes.[/color]

Last Edit: Jul 9, 2011 20:31:36 GMT -5 by Tsarashi 2.0

NoireRose
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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

.::.Sight Problems.::.(Tsarashi) Aug 7, 2011 11:28:12 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Aug 7, 2011 11:28:12 GMT -5

-|- Gabriel . Kirtola -|-

When Gabriel walked past the person he heard something. For a while he tried convincing himself that it was just the Shadow People annoying him. However he couldn't dismiss it as the Shadow People. Normally a person would not have have heard the whimper, but Gabriel wasn't normal. He was blind and listened to voices in his head

The main thing that stuck in his head was that the whimper didn't sound like a normal whimper he would usually hear from a child. It sounded more like a whimper he would hear from a puppy. It told him to go back, and apologize. But it wasn't his fault that the person was in his way, and that he was blind. After all he didn't mean to trip over the person.

Eventually he came to a halt underneath a tree. For a couple of minutes he sat there, pulling out grass from underneath him with his hands. Eventually his hands came to meet a small bug. Gabriel sighed and got up. He was already sick of this place. All that truly occupied his mind was his sister. She had seemed so distant as of late.But either way he didn't want to think about her. She probably wasn't thinking about him; which means he shouldn't be thinking about her right?

Slowly Gabriel got up from underneath the tree, and began walking the way he came. Simply trying to remember where on the path was the person he almost tripped over. While walking, he simply tried to clear his mind and focus on the weather. Obviously it was going to rain, but it could only be for a short while or it could be for a long while. It all depended on what mother nature wanted. Gabriel could tell that the grass needed it for sure though. The plants probably were getting thirsty after having no rain for a long time.

Sooner then later, Gabriel stumbled upon a small rock that he remembered when he was going further into the park. It was only then, that the Shadow people started pulling him in a different direction then he was facing. Which usually meant he was on the right path. He sped up slightly and allowed a small smirk to form on his face. About a moment or two later he heard the sound of a page turning. He knew the person was in front of him, or atleast off to the side slightly. Still he spoke up, hoping not to startle the person.

"Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here?"

Without letting the person truly respond he sat down close to the person, but far enough away that he was still giving them personal space.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I was in a bad mood"

[Sorry for the late reply...And for any confusion this post might have caused] [/size]

Tsarashi 2.0
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"I've always wanted to use that spell!"

.::.Sight Problems.::.(Tsarashi) Sept 3, 2011 13:51:59 GMT -5

Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Sept 3, 2011 13:51:59 GMT -5

When the stranger continued walking away from her Astatine could only feel pure relief coursing through her veins. He had yelled at her, yes, but he did nothing more. He didn’t tough her or urge her to talk to him, he simply left. It was wonderful! Maybe that was a sign that she would be able to spend the rest of this dreary day in silence!

Slowly, after watching him disappear further into the tree line she began to pick up her book once again. There was a much smaller chance that someone new would stumble upon her, so she continued to read from where she left off, blissfully apathetic as to where the boy had wondered off to. His eyes had bothered her, but she didn’t want to dwell on medical malformations. She was a chemist, not a physician.

If she had wanted to go strictly into the medical field she could have easily, seeing as her mother was a nurse. But after her mother was killed the small brunette had tried to be as different from the woman as physically and mentally possible. She ignored that fact that she is the spitting image of her mother and as far as she is concerned nuclear medicine has nothing to do with actual medicine. Just the thought of being around sick people all day could make her cringe, but actually having to talk to them? That wasn’t going to happen.

As she delved beck into her book Astatine felt peaceful, the threat of rain being the only thing that was gnawing at the edge of her thoughts. As strange as it may be to other people the long words and complex thinking that was associated with reading such a text was calming to her. It was something that she felt she alone out of the others in her age group was able to decipher, as if it were some ancient language that few had the knowledge of.

Everything was calm, quiet and perfect as she decoded that language of chemists. That is, until she heard those all too familiar footsteps walking back in her direction. She looked up quickly, her hand frozen mid turn as she stared at the boy like a deer in the headlights. Why had he returned? What was it that he was planning on doing with her? He had already yelled at her, was he back to exact his revenge in a more painful, physical way? Her grip on the book tightened.

He was speaking to her, even though he wasn’t looking directly at her. Why did he wish to share her tree when there were plenty of others to choose from? Why was it necessary for him to be so close to her? She didn’t have time to retort when he took the liberty of sitting next to her without waiting for her reply. That meant that he didn’t care what she thought of him being there, meaning that he would certainly take the liberty of doing other things.

Surreptitiously Astatine scotched to the side so that there was a greater distance between them. Then he apologized. Her fingers stiffened around her book. She knew where this was going to lead. People never apologize for their actions towards her. That meant that he only wanted to get closer to her. Plans formed quickly in her head but none of them were good. She couldn’t outrun a hamster, let alone a person, she was as weak as a bird and her voice was probably so small from disuse that she wouldn’t be able to scream.

Astatine closed her eyes tightly and waited for a blow. She didn’t want to die, she really didn’t! She still had work to do and a life to fulfill!

NoireRose
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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

.::.Sight Problems.::.(Tsarashi) Sept 18, 2011 0:13:23 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Sept 18, 2011 0:13:23 GMT -5

-: Gabriel Kirtola:-

Gabriel had long past expected the person to say something to him, but he assumed that they were the introverted type. He couldn't really see the person, but he could tell that the person was afraid of him for some reason, of which he didn't know. Which lead him to a conclusion that the person he was sitting next to was a female. He paid attention to any noises he could hear, or even smell, but all that he heard was her moving further away from where he was sitting. As for his sense of smell, all he could smell was the rain starting to come.

Gabriel loved the rain. It made him feel real and normal especially if it was a heavy rain, which he figured it was going to be. Every single rain drop that hit his skin, and the ground made a noise that sounded like drummers. The texture of his hair when wet. The occasional vibrations he felt in his feet from the thunder. He just loved all of it, except for the short heat waves that usually occured afterwards. But that was a small price to pay for rain.

However he knew that if the storm was coming then that would mean that either Anna or Lireal would be coming out to look for him. Then there were the shadow people, most of the time they loved the rain too.

WIP. WIP. WIP. WIP.