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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 6, 2012 22:23:40 GMT -5

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Thoughts How does one plan to break into someone’s house and steal? A better is how does one prepare for someone to break into his or her house? These are questions Francesca wondered as she and Ignatius stood in front of this slender little 5 foot 3 girl, and the surrounding mess she had caused. “She must have been looking for something if destroyed this much furniture in the process.” Ignatius said as he was quietly laughing to himself. He was amused that the size of a tornado that this little eye had caused. “Yeah she must’ve” Frannie mumbled back, ”but what do we do her with her?” [/size] “Let’s turn her in to the Peacekeepers Ignatius said; it’s not like we could keep her here anyways.”

The house is in ruins; the couch is completely torn and the pillows are ripped. The glass tables shattered and others are turned over. Her kitchen cabinet doors are off their hinges, the pots and pans are all over the floor. The plates however are stacked neatly on the counter. Thus adding to the strangeness of the situation. Lamps are down on the floor and pictures are broken, only adding to the huge pile of glass on the ground. Really how does one girl cause this mess and what was she looking for?

“No we can’t do that.” She stubbornly said back to him. What would they do her? Would they turn her in an Avox for stealing? She was just probably looking for some food for the night. Could the peacekeepers do something that horrible for just trying to survive? Francesca didn’t don’t want to think about it. “Hi my name is Francesca, what’s yours? Is there anything I can help you look for?”

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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 7, 2012 11:30:25 GMT -5

Post by Sher is back :) on Aug 7, 2012 11:30:25 GMT -5

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It was late out, and the temperature out side was still raging for the dark night. I tiptoed through the quiet wealthy neighborhoods scanning the houses in search of a sign of vacancy. I was starving and the amount of money I earned form training today was nothing to support myself, I had to save it. I soon came upon a house, lights off and it seemed like no one was home, like that empty house kind of feeling. I crept up to the window swiftly and took a peak in. Nice house compared to the street, anyways, I could see no one, partly becasue it was pitch dark in there, but i could see no movement, no sounds, no hint of life.

I crept around the back of the house and located the back window. Using my elbow, I smashed it in, clearing the sharp pieces of glass with my knife. I waited till all the small pieces of the glittering window fell to the ground, and then I made my move. Careful not to cut myself, I crawled in, my small body making it easier. My boots crunched as I landed on the floor, glass littering the hardwood ground. I practically tip toed through the house, even though I didn't have too, but something caught me off guard. The tip of my boot caught on a fold in carpet, sending me flying against the other side of the room, knocking a lamp over onto a glass table, sending that shattering to the ground too. I cringed in a mixture of anger and frustration. I staggered as i got up, which sent me into the corner of the couch. Unfortunately, my knife was dug into the fabric, I had to tear it down to get it out, damaging things even more.

I looked around at the damage I caused, I never meant to destroy such a pretty room, I just wanted food. trying to shake it off, I finally found the cabinets, and pulled out a small box of crackers, then an unsettling noise came to my ears. I swung my head over and watched the front door as it opened, two voices following. I dove behind the counter, but it was hopeless. A soon as they switched the lights on, I heard gasps come from their mouths. A mixture of surprise and anger flooded their voices, then the girl found me. I let out an annoyed grunt and kept my stare low and serious.

They exchanged a couple words that I tried to pay no attention to. The things running through my mind were, Okay how am i going to get out of this?. I lifted my head slightly, looking around, let's see. I could grab the boy's legs and flip him over, leaving him on the ground for just enough time for me to leave, but if the girl grabbed me I could knock her out with a hit to the temple. Various scenarios ran through my mind, until the girl introduced herself, and asked if I needed anything. I shot her a confused look. I just broke into her house, and she is offering me something? "Water?" I asked taking my chance.

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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 8, 2012 1:26:18 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2012 1:26:18 GMT -5

“Wait you're going to help her after the mess she made?! How can you do that, doesn't she deserve to be turned in? Just think about how many other houses she could have possibly broken into. How can we make sure she won't do it again?” Ignatius obsessively question Frannie as she walked over the glass and feathers to the kitchen. “Are you even listening to me?” He asked exasperated. “Only to the first question. I tuned you out afterwords because you really don't make a good point. Yeah we don't know but why judge someone we only just met?” She asked as she turned her head back to look at Ignatius. “So do you want to help me look for a glass or are you just going to sit there and be annoying?” “Really, am I annoying now? I see how it is, I'm just going to sit next to her and annoy her until she leaves. YOUHOO!!!! LITTLE THIEF I'M OVER HERE!!!” He yelled as he started to dance like a monkey next to her. “You know she can't see you right?” Francesca question as she started to look in the cabinets for a glass. He may not be annoying to her but she's lucky that she can't see him. He's amazing but omg can he be a dumb teenage boy!

“Really nothing?” Ignatius breathlessly asked after dancing for a good 10 minutes. “How can she not be annoyed” “Because she can't see you,” Frannie said in a matter of fact manner. “Oh I see.” he replied sounding disappointed, he really wanted to annoy her. “Did you find that glass yet” he raised his voice in curiosity. “I just found a wine glass!” she happily replied. Once the wine glass was filled with water she walked over the girl and handed her the glass. “Hear you go, just like you asked. Take this blanket as well you look cold” Francesca tried to say in a lulling motherly love kind of tone as she draped a light blue blanket over the girls shoulders. “Ignatius go upstairs and make sure we have enough room for her to stay in our room.” she told her brother. While he went upstairs she grabbed a broom and started to clean up the mess. As she cleaned she wondered what the girl was thinking in the moment. Does she think I'm crazy for talking to someone only I can see?

When she pushed most of the glass into one pile; she had this sudden urge to get to know her. Before she just wanted to help her out but Frannie was sort of drawn to her. Not in a romantic way but in a “I want to get to know you” kind of way. She was strong enough to break into a house but smart enough to know when not to fight. This was something Francesca she admired in this girl with the wine glass in hand. When she sat down in front of her she noticed that her small limbs were strong despite being on the street. And she was not pale either so you knew that she had a great amount of blood in her. I wonder what her blood taste like. Wait no I cannot think about that think about something else. Francesca scornfully thought to herself. “You never told me your name” she addressed to the girl sitting in front of her.

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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 8, 2012 10:19:46 GMT -5

Post by Sher is back :) on Aug 8, 2012 10:19:46 GMT -5

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I was a little lost in this. Who was she talking to? Now I knew why she really didn't turn me in, she's a fucking nut job. When she gave me the glass of water, I took it thankfully and gulped it down in one sip. To be honest, I was a little worried about her. Should I just go turn myself in for her? No, no that would be insane. She was very nice to not turn me in, and get me water, but arguing with some thing that is not here, well, that exceeded my thought of nutty. Just to make sure, I looked back around my shoulders, making sure there wasn't anyone here.

"Umm, who are you talking to?" I asked nicely, hiding my confusion and surprise behind one of my many masks I was developed. I had to play it nicely with her, like I'm her best friend, becasue for all I know, her emotions could snap like a twig. I mean, that's what most crazy people did right? Become a living hell after one, little, comment? I knew some careers like that, they are the hardest to train. The break down in the middle of training because, something sparked a memory.

I looked the girl over, the didn't seem wacky, but most didn't There was a select few that i have seen who have a completely degraded look. Hair is all over the place, sunken eyes, clothing like rags and their skin pale as snow. No, she wasn't like that at all. she was neatly groomed with her hair brushed back neatly. Her skin was healthy and peachy and she kept a normal, not anorexic, weight. Her clothes were some of those brands I could not afford also, so, she didn't look like the epitome mentally unstable girl like most did, which made me feel a little better.

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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 8, 2012 22:49:51 GMT -5

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Why is she avoiding my question? Francesca wondered to herself. She's getting angry that this girl wouldn't say what her name was. It's only a name, but I guess people put meaning into a name unlike me. “You're avoiding my question,” she stated “but to answer yours, he is my twin brother Ignatius. Yes I know he's imaginary but that doesn't stop me from wanting him to be real. He's been around for almost 10 years now.” You could almost hear the pain in her voice, but only almost. Francesca has gotten good at hiding her emotions about Ignatius. 10 years of wishing and wondering why couldn't he be real? 10 years of progressively agonizing wishing that on their birthday that he would be real and tangible. But she couldn't let him go, after all the work she's put into it. Francesca thought that she could stop imagining he was there, but it never worked. He never went away only adding to the emotional turmoil that she was going through. I love him him too much, but how can I love something that doesn't really exist? All of these emotions and thoughts were starting to mash together in her head, making the situation even more difficult to comprehend. “Am I going crazy?” she mumbled to herself.

“Hey there's room and it's clean, though I don't understand why you needed me to check.” Ignatius called from the top of the stairs. “Because she's going to stay the night that's why!” Francesca exclaimed back. “Now go somewhere else we're going to have some girl talk. No boys allowed.” she said as she got up and stared walking towards the stairs. “Really? 'Girl Talk' with the thief? OK I see how it is” Ignatius said as he walked past her down the stairs. “Maybe you can figure out why she chose our house. Or how she got into burglary in the first place.” He whispered into Frannie's ear as he jerked his head towards the girl. “Well not today seeing as how we just met. Besides I have to be friends with her first before I ask such a thing” she countered. “OK then you to have fun! And make sure she doesn't take anything from your desk!” Ignatius yelled as he walked out the front door shaking his head.

Francesca sighed as she looked back to see the girl still sitting down, drinking her water. “Come on,” she said, “it's only a bedroom. It's not like I'm a lesbian or anything.” Francesca grabbed the girl's wrist and easily dragged her upstairs because of her small weight. When they got to Frannie's bedroom they just stood in the door way looking at her room. It wasn’t like some of the other girls' rooms in district 1 with pink allover and flowers painted on the baseboards. There was the canopy bed though which seemed out of place against the gray walls and wood furniture. But it made Francesca feel like she was in a world of her own, which she was half of the time anyways. A closed door to the right of the room was leading to the full bathroom “You can sleep on the bed if you want and the shower is yours to.” she told the girl. “I have an extra pair of pajamas as well. If they're too big I could always take some of my mothers.” she offered. She walked into her and turned around. A strange questioning look on her face “Do you think I'm crazy?” Frannie asked the girl. Why did I just ask her that?

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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 13, 2012 19:26:01 GMT -5

Post by Sher is back :) on Aug 13, 2012 19:26:01 GMT -5

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”You’re avoiding my question,” she said, but I just shrugged. I wasn’t about to tell this girl my name any time soon until I knew what her deal was about being so god damn nice to me. She continued on about her imaginary friend was her brother Ignatius. I raised an eye brow a bit cautiously. It was quite odd for an imaginary person to be your brother, if I do say so myself. Mumbling something to herself, she turned around and yelled something up the stairs to the second floor. I jumped back in surprise at the level of noise, and her words. She exclaimed I was staying the night? This left a smirk on my face. Score one for me, zero for her. Just when I was abot to debate to con a man out o a room at an inn nearby, this obviously confused girl offers, well, yells that I have somewhere to stay for the night? Was I dreaming?

Suddenly, my wrist was being yanked up, my small body following and my feet flailing as I left the ground for a second. She practically dragged me up stairs, all the while I was yelling at her. ”Hey, hey, HEY! Let go! Seriously! I don’t even know you! I just attempted stealing from your fucking house!” I cursed at her as my arm was almost torn from my socket as she fought my pulling and tugging, stealing my away to her small bedroom. I sat down on her bed with a thump, an unhappy look spilled across my face and a frown among my chapped lips. I didn’t bother looking around the possibly girlish room and just shot her a rough, stone cold stare.

She offered up the bed and a pair of pajamas, but I was more than happy sleeping in my current clothes. I would probably snag some pieces of clothing before I left in the early morning, she won’t even know what she got herself into. Suddenly, words came from her mouth that I didn’t expect to come from an insane girl’s tongue. ”Do you think I’m crazy?” she burst. My cold stare dissipated into more of a thinking, curious face. Yes she’s insanely crazy, but should I really tell that to her face? She was offering me board, so I just shrugged again. ”Maybe a little, but I’ve met plenty of crazier people, trust me.” I lied to the girl. She really was the craziest I had met, but I didn’t want any more awkwardness between us if I was to sleep here. I didn’t want her turning on me in the middle of the night or get more suspicious as she already, probably, was.

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A Rose by any Other Name [Sher] Aug 17, 2012 23:05:09 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2012 23:05:09 GMT -5

She was still not sure why she even asked that in the first place. It sort of flew out. Well great there goes my chance of making an actual new friend she bitterly thought to herself. ”Maybe a little, but I’ve met plenty of crazier people, trust me.” Was the reply Francesca received to her question. That reply to the worst question ever sparked something in Francesca’s head. Like a little flame almost. Maybe I can still be friends with her! She thought to herself. Yet she doesn’t fully believe yet. What if I’m just imagining it she internally asked herself; what if she’s just playing with me because I’m just that gullible and will almost do anything for a friend? Well other than Ignatius, she added as a side thought. Still it is worth a try, right? “Why don’t we start over?” Frannie asked the girl, “And pretend like I didn’t admit that I have an imaginary friend and forget that you tried to break into my house. Sound good?” Francesca wondered why she didn’t turn the girl in herself as she asked that. She thought about it for a minute then decided not to.

“Let’s see what do girls normally do when they hang out?” she quietly said to herself. Intrigued by the question she ran a pros and cons list in her head. Painting nails would be fun and it would make her even more amazing but that might be a little too personal and too close. Doing each other hair would be a nice time to gossip but again would she actually let me tough her hair? “No probably not” she said to herself. Francesca noticed that the mysterious little girl was eyeing her closet a little earlier when she first dragged that little tornado up here. Maybe she has a thing for clothes. And she wouldn’t have to share anything she didn’t want to. Frannie thought to herself; the spark of hope turning to a small little flame. She never noticed what she was wearing though. As she looked back at the girl; she noticed that she was wearing a simple white tank top and jeans yet they were cute and very flattering for simple clothes. The shirt hugged the curves on her torso, giving the illusion of an hourglass shape. And those jeans were cute and made her legs look taller. Even though they look a little worn out they still looked great. She probably was training Frannie thought.

“Hey do you want to see what’s in my closet?” Francesca asked with a playful smirk on her face. “It has pretty amazing clothes that would make you look great I promise.” She crossed her room to her closet, which just happens to be bigger than her room. It had enough room to have three chairs and a vanity for doing your make-up in up against the back wall. On the left were the dresses and skirts. They hung loosely on their hangars and the bottoms on some of them were almost touching the floor. The right held the shirts, pants, and shorts. Frannie had a whole array of different types of everything in her closet. Ballroom gowns and floor length skirts were just across from the tee shirts and cargo shorts. So she had a lot to choose from. “What do you think? You can try on anything that you want, but I think you’ll great in this.” She said as she walked down to the shirts and pulled down a blue and black shirt that had the image of a bird in flight on the side of it. “I think it suits you” she stated in a matter of fact tone.

(occ: Sorry it's not colored as it usually is. I'm really sick right now and have no patience right now to code it)