Let's Play Pretend (Open)

I jump back in surprise as the newcomer speaks. To me.

Still wary, I draw out my blade. It's special, the only gift my mother gave to me. She figured that I would be a hunter for our family, and so she set out to find me a weapon that would suit me. How she knew before I was born, I don't know, but she found the perfect knife for me. It has a short blade, it's more of a dagger, really, and a sleek black handle with a rubber grip.

I decide to come out and play, so to speak.

Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

Jumping out of the tree, I see that my sudden appearance has startled them both. I grin. I was hoping for that.

Destiny Lenstil

Surprised at his sudden mood swing, I stare at him blankly for a moment.

Okay. So that worked.

Then mistrust works it's way into my system. I narrow my eyes. Is it a trap? What's he trying to trick me into? Who trusts this easily.

Apparently, him.

How can you always be so trusting? So open?

He hasn't given you a reason not to trust you yet. Neither of them have.

That doesn't mean they're worth trusting.

No, it doesn't. It just means they're worth giving a chance.

I sigh in annoyance. She always wins. And how can she loose. I wasn't perfect when I was little. I disobeyed her then. But now that she's gone... it's just not fair.

I sigh, leaning back against the tree, eying them both. I've become extremely conscious of the state I'm in. I need to get cleaned up soon. But deal with the problems at hand first.

"What do you mean, your home?" I ask, curious. I shift my weight onto one foot, relaxing, and friendly smile appears on my face.

No, I didn't have a sudden mood swing. They don't know me yet. I know they can both fight, but neither knows I can. So I can play sweet and innocent, for now. After all, I'm just an innocent little girl, aren't I?

Yeah. Right.

I feel something in my chest ache slightly. My heart? Huh. Usually, I only feel my heart when I remember my mother. Ever since... well, I've haven't felt pity for another person for a long time now.

"That sounds... awful," I say quietly, shifting uncomfortably. It's not like I'm gonna give him a hug or anything, but I feel like I should say something other than that.

I wait for a moment, but there's only silence. Shouldn't she have said something by now?

You're being very quiet.

My job is to steer you away from bad choices. Not move you towards good ones.

What's the difference?

If I moved you towards good choices, you wouldn't learn anything.
I frown. I hate these rules. As odd as it is, it's very hard to control my own thoughts. My own voice of reason. I guess the more it helps me, the more I think it's not in my head at all. But it is, no matter who's voice it has.

It's not like this is my first time dealing with something like this, I think irritably. We've all felt sorrow, one time or another.

I glance once again towards the clothing shop, and then the salon. More and more people have stopped to stare at us for a moment, and it's making me really uncomfortable.

"Troubled pasts," I say thoughtfully, my gaze turning up, towards the sky. "That's something you and I have in common."

As I listen to this exchanging of words, I can't help but smirk a little. Here's a boy, probably a bit younger than I, threatening to attack a girl, older than him. He's got some nerve. The girl on the other hand, seems to be having a mental conflict with herself. Her eyes flicker in surprise every few moments, as if she hears something that shocks her. Is she 'all there' in her mind?'

I don't say a word as this is all happening. Maybe I can sneak away? Yes, that's what I'll do. I begin to work my way backwards, towards my tree. Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me.... I'm about five feet from my tree, when I hear the girl call back to me.

"Hey! Come back here!"

Ooc: Sorry if you don't like powerplaying. I can change it if you like :)