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paper stars | the dreamer & the crazy Oct 2, 2016 19:12:03 GMT -5

Post by ali on Oct 2, 2016 19:12:03 GMT -5

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Ester's foot bounced beneath her, as she sat at the opening of the canopy tent her and her friends had constructed in an abnadoned industrial zone on the edge of District Three. Time almost stood still here, stars twinkling on the edge of oblivion above her head as the great carcass of a warehouse towered over her and the tent, it's roof long rusted and wasted away by the ravages of time, allowing the gentle wash of star and moonlight to bleed from the heavens. Despite it's tranqulity, the red head's nerves bubbled, fraying like worn fabric beneath the fingers of time.

Her brown eyes searched the gentle darkness before her, quickly darting around, her ears, listening for footsteps. He should have been here by now, Atticus and as she chewed her lip anxious, tearing at the skin there with her teeth, the girl wondered, where has our king got to? Why hasn't he arrived? Time is passing. The thoughts were brash, consistent, and dredged the feeling of uncertainty from within her gut, causing it to churn as she sat, waiting for her friend- their friend- to make an appearence.

Eventually, after fruitlessly searching the emptiness before her, Ester's gaze fell on the only other soul member currently inside the tent; the others were with their families, or were on their way, Ester could never remember which. All she knew, was that she had no family- or do I?- and hence why she was here with Andromeda. She watched as the gas lamps flickered inside the canopy tent, casting a golden glow over the young mans pale skin. "You look like Icarus." the girl commented after a moment, attempting to smile, forgetting her worry for the absence of Atticus, only to frown after a moment of empty thought.

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Last Edit: Oct 2, 2016 19:13:43 GMT -5 by ali

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paper stars | the dreamer & the crazy Oct 2, 2016 20:23:54 GMT -5

Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Oct 2, 2016 20:23:54 GMT -5

Andromeda

He's always liked the moon. It often came out and that's where most dreams come from - where the more pure of ideas from the most ridiculous of dreams came from. When the moon came out, the night shined bright - and he never could hold back the gasp he'd let out. He's always liked the moon because it offered him a family. A home, the third home he's had. The first he already lost, the second he has. But there's nothing better than having a home away from home.

Wow, he thought. By his personal opinion, the best feeling you could ever have is the one where you could just sit there and wait for centuries and only witness two once in a lifetime opportunities. Maybe that's why he was waiting so much for something. He's already felt like he's gone through those two centuries and has yet to see a once in a lifetime thing. Dreamer was dreaming at that moment [ unknown to him, that story had already been in his mind ], but what could he have been dreaming about? He has no demons to think about slaying and protecting the kingdom or no friends to protect. Andromeda had nothing worth dreaming about, but that was the best kind of dream in his opinion.

Where it meant nothing and people would scratch their heads at, thinking what the hell was that? A dream where it could be anything and everything at once. It can make you happy or sad or every emotion available because a dream is your mind's bedtime story. That's why he liked looking up at that moon and up at those stars, the canopy tent being the only thing close to even being around him. It was a home - not the best home, but he was with Ester. She was close enough to home for him, and he felt wonderful being able to daydream those stories he once may tell.

Ester spoke, the gas lamps illuminating Dreamer's skin to make it close to a golden color [ the color gold always reminded him of childhood ], and he felt youthful. Because they've spent ages together looking at the stars, Ester and Andy. It was a renewing experience for him because he felt young again, like he was seven and the only thing he had to worry about was if he had put on the right shoe on the right foot.

Time seemed to reverse itself whenever he was with the stars.

When he heard her speak he felt like a child waiting for a story to be told. She said that Andy looks like Icarus, and he couldn't help but become intrigued in the male that she was speaking of. Who was Icarus?

There must be a story behind every name, and he wants to hear this one.

"Who's Icarus?" The male asked, innocence and all.

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paper stars | the dreamer & the crazy Oct 5, 2016 16:58:12 GMT -5

Post by ali on Oct 5, 2016 16:58:12 GMT -5

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A small smile spread across her lips, her left side weaker than the right, as she watched her friend closely. She would have grinned but that would have appeared all the more lopsided than the simple smile, and she didn't want that. Despite the fact that the mercury she worked with was rotting her brain, inside out, burning away the nerves that mapped out a once beautiful and brilliant brain, Ester still had confidence issues like any other girl at 17. Even more so, given her condition often made her mood eratic and anxious, shy around people she knew and didn't. The tent was a good place, she didn't feel anxious here often, and while other signs of her degrading health showed- through the form of her shaking hands and her lopsided smile- she seemed perfectly normal.

Friendship was a strange concept to Ester, though a few years ago, it was something well understood. She did not quite understand why she had friends, they were of no blood relation to her and so- in theory- they should not be important. Her mother always said that blood was thicker than water, so in all senses family should have been the closet thing for her, others should have been second best. An afterthought. But theres always the second part of that saying I forget... her sanity drawls out in one singular thought as she watches her friend closely. Despite the uncertainty of friendship as a thing, Ester felt no closer to those she developed relationships with, so on some days, really, her friends were her family too; Andromeda being one of them.

Ester enjoyed Andromeda's company the most perhaps. Out of all her friends, the dream was the most interesting. He told good stories and Ester liked the way his eyes would light up as he told his tales that- to most- would seem almost stupidly simple or too far fetched but not to Ester. Even before the mercury had begun to take a tol on her mind, Ester had found his tales far from mundane; she always felt gripped by his stories, no matter whether they had sense or sensibilty to their structure. "Who's Icarus?" it surprised her, when Andromeda did not know of Icarus; a story someone else had told her, and one she'd assumed her friend had known. "He was a man, like me and you but one day he flew....to close..." her speech trailed off into silence after a moment as her brain drew a blank for a fraction of a second. "To the sun. He flew too close to the sun and he died."

The red head absently chewed her lip as she glanced over her shoulder at the darkness behind her. Atticus was not here and she couldn't quite understand why- he had promised her he would always come to their little meeting place. Her brow furrowed into a tight knit frown as she turned her gaze back to Andromeda with a scowl on her face- she was clearly displeased. "you tell the stories better"

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“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”