<Only If For A Night> [Nettie/Clover]

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sunsets never were so bright...and the skies never so blue

<Only If For A Night> [Nettie/Clover] Jan 19, 2012 23:35:15 GMT -5

Post by Lenoura on Jan 19, 2012 23:35:15 GMT -5

~I Threw My Arms Around Them~

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The overwhelming smell of apples and earth, the traditional scents of an orchard. It filled the farm girl's nose and cast a forlorn aura about her. It was the winter, the season when apple growing took a break. Indeed the scent remained and permeated throughout the entire orchard, but the branches of each tree stood naked, almost eerie in the fading evening light.

Bailey buttoned the topmost buttons of her flannel and fixed her jeans so that they fit snugly in her leather work boots. The cold winter air bit at her cheeks and her nose was a light shade of pink near its rounded point. Thankfully the amber-eyed girl was akin to the differing weather that followed each season, and didn't mind the cold. To others wearing a flannel, a tank top underneath and jeans in the middle of winter screamed insane. Bailey didn't mind so much, she was indeed one with mother nature.

Where could they be? A faint smile appeared on her face and dimples framed either side of her round cheeks. Her excitement couldn't be contained, but she tried her best to remain relaxed. If she was caught in the orchard at such hours she was sure to be questioned by a peacekeeper, and it had always been a goal of hers to never have to deal with one throughout her entire human existence. Bailey was a hard worker and followed the rules. Of course there were a few exceptions; like tonight.

As she made her way down the line of frozen trees her amber eyes scanned her surroundings, hoping to see the faintest shadows moving. Surely tonight was the night that the three friends were meeting up. If I got the day wrong I will literally throw my head against one of these apple trees.

It was always a treat to see the two girls she had grown very close to. One was a fellow field worker, the other an orchard lover by night. That day they had all run into one another would remain in Bailey's memory forever; it was a recollection she cherished more than anything.

Suddenly she could swear she heard a noise to her right. She felt the instinct to want to call out, but thought otherwise. That wouldn't be a smart idea, her mind teased. Oh hush, she shot back, I wasn't actually going to shout out.

She inched her way closer to the spot where she swore she could hear the faintest whispering. Poking her head around a tree, her strawberry blonde hair framed her face in the evening light and landed with a swift breeze onto her shoulders.

She smiled.

Last Edit: Jan 20, 2012 0:14:12 GMT -5 by Lenoura

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<Only If For A Night> [Nettie/Clover] Jan 23, 2012 16:30:18 GMT -5

Post by nettle on Jan 23, 2012 16:30:18 GMT -5

myrtle fallows
THE THREE AMIGOPS

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It was a rhythm. Right, left, right, left. Above her ankle-high boots it vibrated against her slender legs and echoed throughout her femur. All the dips, ditches, and rocks to avoid; it was muscle memory. The ends of her long, dark jeans dragged along the ground and left a visible trail in her wake. No would notice. No one ever followed her, at least not out here. The fields were barely frozen over, barely powdered with snow, yet the cold got to her and nestled itself within her heavy, sable, hooded coat. She did not belong to this scenery, or even in this scenery, but she kept coming back. Tonight she carried with her a container that held warm, buttered muffins. Her friends usually refused the food due to pride, but they were friends and so they'd have to deal with it, or else the outsider would remain silent.

Tonight it was the orchard. It was one of Myrtle's most cherished and most hated places. The orchard gave her the pink scar on her calf and it joined her to the Mayson family. The thought of the Maysons slowed Myrtle's speed and glazed her sapphire eyes with the almost promise of tears. No love could ever match the love the blond shared with that family. If fate were kind Myrtle would have been born to them and not to the psychos she is forced to call family. Those people were not her family, but the two girls she was going to see tonight almost were. Close, she thought as she made a sharp right turn behind a line of trees. An orchard worker would never get lost in the maze of trees no matter how under the weather or out of sorts they were, but Myrtle always found a way. Granted she was definitely not a field hand, though her hands were much dirtier than her family's.

As she made to walk around the last tree a head popped out behind it and flashed her one of its signature smile. Bailey Unlike Mrytle's hair that hung in one long braid against her back, Bailey's spilled out over the sides of her shoulders like a sea of gold. Myrtle paused in her tracks and took in her friend's appearance. Again, no jacket. Myrtle wasn't surprised in the least, just aggravated. I'm brining a coat for her next time whether she likes it or not. Container in hand Myrtle set it on the ground before taking a couple of steps closer to Bailey in her worn leather boots. "Bailey," she said softly with a smile. Spreading out her arms she extended them forward and hoped for a hug in return. "I didn't get lost this time, and..." She paused for stupid dramatic effect.

"I brought muffins."

OOC: Sorry for the wait, and I hope this post is okay.

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<Only If For A Night> [Nettie/Clover] Jan 27, 2012 19:45:03 GMT -5

Post by junie st. james d7 ❁ on Jan 27, 2012 19:45:03 GMT -5

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
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Nettle was late already and she had not yet screwed up the courage to open the door. Eyes closed, breathing deeply, the girl scolded herself harshly. "Nettle Harlequin, pull yourself together. Your parents didn't die for you so you could spend your life afraid of the dark."

[/b] She spoke aloud, letting her words be carried away in a silent breeze. It was true. She was afraid of the dark. And she was deeply ashamed of that fact. 'I'm almost eighteen. I have to do it,'[/color] she thought, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm her nerves. The little fire she was using to keep her warm had begun to die down until it was simply a pile of glowing embers, still hot enough to give off heat. The girl sighed and bit her lip. A bead of blood appeared and she frowned at the fire. 'What if the place catches of fire while I'm gone?'[/color] Nettle worried, imagining returning home to a smouldering pile of ashes where her house had once been. It was hardly a house at all, but it was home and she would prefer it to stay standing. Who knows what would happen if she where left homeless and penniless?

Screwing up every last bit of courage the poor girl possessed, she struggled to lift the bucket of freezing water she kept nearby and upturn it on the fire. A great hiss echoed eerily through the room, and burning droplets sprayed out in all directions. Eyes wide and fearful, Nettle took off, pushing the door open with one hand and clutching her jacket around her with the other. Her mind was filled with fears and she could barely move her rigid body further into the darkness. 'Why exactly did I agree to this?'[/color] Nettle asked herself, silently cursing the two best friends she loved more than anything else. To drown out the encroaching fears of darkness and noises and stalkers, the girl forced herself to imagine what it would be like if one of her friends where to be reaped for the games. Shuddering violently from a mixture of cold and terror, the girl lifted her hand to her cheek and felt warm tears there. They froze within minutes. She carried on, somehow, watching her feet as they moved. Left, right, left, right, stumble, left, right. The darkness was hard to navigate, but somehow she managed, trying to sooth herself by twirling her hair around her finger. It didn't work, and by the time the girl had travelled a few hundred meters, she was ready to curl up in a terrified ball of terror and cry. Thankfully her friends had chosen a place nearby as their meeting place, for they knew of her fears. Finally, she arrived. Throwing herself at the dark figure which she knew was Bailey, Nettle began to grin. Suddenly she felt safe. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I kind of got held up."[/b] Nettle lied, smiling into the darkness. She knew her friends could tell the fear in her voice, but she hoped that they wouldn't tease her. Nettle turned to Myrtle and smiled in the darkness. "Muffin?"[/b] she asked.

Suddenly the girl realised that all the time she had been travelling she had never realised the cold wind on her cheeks, the biting darkness, the occasional splatter of rain from above. She had been too focused on envisaging the horrors, horrors that she could never so much as speak of to anyone. It didn't matter. She was safe now.[/blockquote][/size]

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WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
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<Only If For A Night> [Nettie/Clover] Jan 31, 2012 18:33:11 GMT -5

Post by Lenoura on Jan 31, 2012 18:33:11 GMT -5

~I Threw My Arms Around Them~

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The familiar face made her want to jump up into the air in utter excitement. Of course, the farm girl knew she had to behave, but it was just too hard in her friends presence.

"Myrtle!

Walking into the extended arms her friend so knowingly knew Bailey would accept, she wrapped her own around the girls thin frame and held her. Myrtle was slightly taller than Bailey, and older, so it was hard for the amber-eyed girl to not feel juvenile in her proximity. Out of the three however, Bailey was definitely the most outgoing and took the lead. She had a very forward and blunt demeanor that screamed "leader" and her friends definitely appreciated it.

"I brought muffins." Instantly the blonde ripped herself from her friend and stared down the delicacies. Normally muffins were a treat that Bailey could only get her hands on when money was suitable enough to splurge with. By her reaction, it was obvious that money wasn't usually ever available to spend so fruitfully.

It was a normal ritual to gratefully decline to the food Myrtle brought, but the strawberry blonde was hungry enough to eat a horse. "You literally are a goddess."

She made her way to the container and removed a muffin when suddenly the quiet was shattered by yet another familiar voice. "Nettle!" Keeping herself near the container she reached in a pulled out two muffins hearing Nettle's question of hoping to acquire one. Walking over to the most timid of the three friends she placed the muffin in Nettle's hand and smiled in Myrtle's direction. "Isn't she just the absolute best Nettie?

The farm girl bit into her muffin and was instantly heated by the warmth of the bread. To say it was delicious would be a sin; it was superb.

Staring at how her friends were dressed, Bailey began to laugh, almost choking on the muffin halfway down her throat. "Why am I always the one without a jacket on?"