we all fall down (newcharrie?) [open]

[Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D=
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we all fall down (newcharrie?) [open] Apr 26, 2010 16:59:31 GMT -5

Post by [Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D= on Apr 26, 2010 16:59:31 GMT -5

ash soleil.

The bird swooped down, smacking straight into a nearby tree. Ashyn watched it slide to the ground, its tiny body motionless once it had hit the grass. There was a flutter of wings and then - nothing.

Her eyes - dark brown but cold - blinked once and she crossed over, bending down so that she was only a few inches from the animal. Then she nudged it with the point of her foot, watching as the bird reacted, watching as it fluttered back up and hopped away - only to take off into the sky once more. Ash shook her head, muttering something under her breath. "Stupid thing." But it wasn't its fault, not in the world where they both lived in, a world where the powerful dominates all.

Ash closed her eyes for a moment, welcoming the coolness of the weather that often came with overnight rain showers. It wasn't raining now, but the sky was still a dull gray; Ash hated cloudy days, but she didn't care for rain. The crops had to grow somehow, right? And the animals had to have some water. Shaking her head, she continued her stroll across the vast acres of land that could be found in her district. District 5. It was so different from District 9. The animals were taken care of instead of being killed.

She crossed her arms against her chest and squinted through the mist that was beginning to form ahead. Served her right for waking up so early. She still wasn't used to this District's weather, and it appeared that it'll take her more than just a few years to get settled in at all.

Not that it mattered to Ash or anything.

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we all fall down (newcharrie?) [open] Apr 30, 2010 21:07:39 GMT -5

Post by semper on Apr 30, 2010 21:07:39 GMT -5

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Hearing the voice caused his attention level to rise as he turned his head, spotting a girl through the mist. 'Who's that...?' He thought, taking a step forward. He hadn't seen her around before; however, he hadn't really been away from the farm in a while.

"Hello?"

He called out to her, pausing to see if she would answer.

((My goodness. x.x I'm so sorry my post is nothing but wretchedness. I'm a bit rusty RPing people. x3 ))
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we all fall down (newcharrie?) [open] May 2, 2010 0:36:18 GMT -5

Post by WT on May 2, 2010 0:36:18 GMT -5

((OOC- Hope you don't mind a three-person thread. ^^ It said open, and I haven't RPed Kehar yet even though I've had her for forever, so... yeah.

Semper, if that was wretched, I wanna know what this piece of run-down junk is. o.o))

Some days, Kehar was okay with the fluidity of time and memory in her life. She would wake up and see from the calendar on her wall that another day had gone by and been forgotten, and she would just give a resigned shrug before getting out of bed and crossing off the next morning. She would tell herself that she was used to it, that she expected it by now, and that it wasn't a problem.

Those were the good days, and today had not been one of them. Waking up with a headache was bad enough; much worse was subsequently discovering another X'd-out day and then, on top of that, spilling her coffee on herself. She had proceeded to fly into an impressive temper, during the course of which she smashed a plate against the wall, ripped significant holes in two of her sheets, and screamed wordlessly but very loudly. (A neighbor popped his head in to see what was wrong, but hightailed it when she lobbed a chair at him.)

Her mood had improved since then, but not by much. It didn't help that the heachache still hadn't gone away (what had she done last night?), or that she had been stopped by two people as she wandered around, both of whom had tried to engage her in conversation. She didn't think she was going to even attempt the shop today; normally she could fake niceness enough to make it through the workday, but in this mood she was liable to smash a vase on someone's head if they looked at her the wrong way. She couldn't afford that, not if she wanted to keep herself on the right side of the community. They already thought she was weird, and she had no desire for them to think she was crazy. (She had no idea how any of them had gotten such a good opinion of her in the first place, but it was a lot easier to manipulate people who liked and trusted her than people who hated or feared her.)

Of course, not working meant she had an entire day and nothing whatsoever to do with it. She could hunt, but the catch had been particularly good lately and she didn't actually need any meat right now. She could work in the garden, but that was tedious; besides, she had a sneaking suspicion that the place was somehow tied to her memory loss, because she only seemed to work in it on days she ended up forgetting. (Maybe she should start writing down what she did each day. That would be interesting. She toyed with the idea for a moment and ended up deciding it was a good one, but she didn't want to mess with starting it just then.) There was a house that needed tidying, but that was also tedious, and cleaning meant staying inside all day.

That left her with nothing to do but wander around the misty District for a while. Unfortunately, even that got boring after a while, because she didn't have anywhere to go. Keri was all about purpose and efficiency, and aimless wandering had nothing to do with either of those. About all she could say for it was that it was decent excersize.

So when the third voice of the morning intruded her thoughts, she was much less annoyed at it than she had been at the first two. She was even disappointed when she realized that the greeting she'd heard had been directed at someone else. It wasn't that she really liked talking to people, but she was that desperate for something worthwhile to do, and new contacts were never a bad thing.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to go interrupt whatever conversation was going on. She didn't care if anyone thought her rude, and even if she did decide she needed to make a good impression, she could always act cute and shy. She was even wearing an assortment of clothes that was good for drawing pity; she had randomly thrown on a tattered pair of jeans and a torn red shirt this morning before tearing out of the house, both of which emphasized her scars and thinness. She'd draw on that if she really needed to.

As she approached the speaker- at least, she thought this boy was the source of the voice, because he was the only person she could see through the mist- she pulled some chalk out of her pocket and lifted her tablet into writing position. It was already in its normal pre-use state, which meant that it was clean except for the words "Sorry, can't speak." She didn't display it just yet, though; she wanted to see how he, and anyone else around, reacted to her presence first. Instead she walked up beside him, making sure her steps were loud enough to be obvious without sounding too stupid.

It occurred to her that he must have been talking to someone a moment ago; some people talked to themselves, but they didn't usually tell themselves hello. She cast a glance around them to see if anyone was there, but she didn't see anyone right away, so she gave up and went back to waiting.

'the way we lived' in stylized text, with 'character directory' as a subtitle underneath

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we all fall down (newcharrie?) [open] May 5, 2010 20:06:18 GMT -5

Post by semper on May 5, 2010 20:06:18 GMT -5

[/i] He thought, tilting his head ever so slightly. Was she a mute, like an Avox? Why else would she have a chalk board? He wasn't the least bit sure and he figured it would've been rude to ask, though the question burned in his mind until he couldn't hold his tongue.

"If y' don't mind me askin', what're y' usin' the chalk board for?"

Unable to take his words back, Semper briefly looked away, slightly ashamed that he had acted upon impulse without even saying "hello". Would she come right off the bat scolding him for not thinking before he acted? There was no way to tell, so he stayed put, hoping he hadn't angered her in any way.

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we all fall down (newcharrie?) [open] May 8, 2010 22:28:19 GMT -5

Post by [Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D= on May 8, 2010 22:28:19 GMT -5

OOC: sorry for taking so long to reply D= but here goes my somewhat decent post xD

The mist seemed to cling to her very existence, soaking through the worn clothing Ash was under at the moment. She suppressed another shiver and tried to remain expressionless. That was another problem about her; it seemed she was so used to her stoic, indifferent facial expressions that she automatically dove under them even when she was alone. Of course then Ash would just tell herself that she should loosen up and stop acting like some kind of dead as a doornail teenager - and she wouldn't be the first to do so.

Not even three seconds after she had uttered her previous words, Ash heard the sound of footsteps and then, in a voice she had to strain to detect, was a small 'hello'. Or at least that was what she thought it was. She didn't know if it was the owner of the voice's volume or the mist, but it was just so hard to hear anything in the forest. So she turned around, eyes searching for a sign of the voice, only to land on a dark figure...and that was it. Ash could only see the faint outline of the boy. I'm going blind, she thought dryly and began walking toward the shadow. As she did however the mist began to grow thinner, the figure clearer, and soon she was only a few feet away from what seemed to be a citizen of District 5 - around her age, by the looks of it. He had his head turned away from her and was staring off into the distance and then, to Ash's immense surprise, said "If y' don't mind me askin', what're y' usin' the chalk board for?"

The question caught her off guard as much as the slight accent of the words, but it didn't take her that long to see the other person - a girl in jeans and a red shirt from what she could make out - who was carrying a stick of chalk and a tablet. Ash made the connection quickly, but didn't say anything. The boy - whoever he was - had already spoken enough for her. All she could do now was wait for an answer.

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