Swift Like A Turtle [open]
Mar 28, 2011 8:03:34 GMT -5
Post by iRawrr! on Mar 28, 2011 8:03:34 GMT -5
Walking the streets quietly- or well, her version of quietly Strange couldn't help notice how utterly loud she really was. Every few steps she'd trip over some stuff she didn't see, or over her own foot. Sighing heavily she stopped to lean against a wall.The strange girl was almost sure that she just got some icky stuff on her shirt as she did this. But, whatever right? It wasn't like she'd ever have more fancy stuff to do at district 12. People rarely ever came to buy flowers, unless they were husbands who had made the mistake of upsetting their wife the day before. So yes, Strange had nothing better to do than roam around the district shouting her weird sayings at everyone that she thought needed to hear them. She shrugged her shoulders against the cold panel of building, her brown eyes sat in their sockets watching people walk by chattering away or walking in silence. But her muse for her sayings were dwindling. She blinked twice while the very edges of her mouth slanted down. This was one of the moments Strange didn't feel like saying anything. Feeling her arms cross over her chest Strange continued to lean against the wall. Half of the girl wanted to leave, half wanted to stay, her mind twisted with the conflicting wants and the ache to shout something to the crowd before her feet dragged her away by the ankles was beginning to consume her. But she had noting to say.
Then she saw them, two adults arguing. Growling harsh words at one another. But the closer Strange watched she noticed it was the woman who was really doing most of the harsh whispering. Strange's fourteen year old head cocked to the side. As she looked at the back of the woman's head, curly brown hair, short, and plump. The man was no taller but she remembered he came in earlier buying a dozen red roses with one white one. "Y-You lying DONKEY!" The lady yelled flailing her arms. Turning her head to face them she caught the worried glance of the man before she yelled covering up the woman's voice completely, "The best marriage always needs a silvertounged donkey!" She quickly turned away from the two, the yelling stopped but people were giving her weird looks. Brushing it off like a simply flick to the ear Strange continued on down the street. A bright smile making its way across her face, as he legs began to kick up oddly. Her left knee would go up as he right leg pushed off the ground but staid straight. Humming a little tune Strange continued to skip until, she landed on an old can and came tumbling down to the ground, only to land on her butt with a loud "ACK!" My buttox.... She thought to herself as a groan came out of her mouth.
quick key;; Thoughts. "Speech."
Then she saw them, two adults arguing. Growling harsh words at one another. But the closer Strange watched she noticed it was the woman who was really doing most of the harsh whispering. Strange's fourteen year old head cocked to the side. As she looked at the back of the woman's head, curly brown hair, short, and plump. The man was no taller but she remembered he came in earlier buying a dozen red roses with one white one. "Y-You lying DONKEY!" The lady yelled flailing her arms. Turning her head to face them she caught the worried glance of the man before she yelled covering up the woman's voice completely, "The best marriage always needs a silvertounged donkey!" She quickly turned away from the two, the yelling stopped but people were giving her weird looks. Brushing it off like a simply flick to the ear Strange continued on down the street. A bright smile making its way across her face, as he legs began to kick up oddly. Her left knee would go up as he right leg pushed off the ground but staid straight. Humming a little tune Strange continued to skip until, she landed on an old can and came tumbling down to the ground, only to land on her butt with a loud "ACK!" My buttox.... She thought to herself as a groan came out of her mouth.
quick key;; Thoughts. "Speech."
