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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Oct 16, 2011 22:05:27 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Oct 16, 2011 22:05:27 GMT -5

Hutton Kappa

“Watch your tongue, boy! Do you understand? There’s not to be a word about this to anyone!” My father said; held me by the collar of my shirt against the wall. The awkward hold on him didn’t make Hutton feel comfortable, and to tell the truth Hutton was petrified by the man. “Yes, sir!” Hutton squeal, his voice gone high in fear.

The memory kept haunting Hutton, in his sleep, even in his awake. What happen that night Hutton would never forget, ever. His father was a monster. His father didn’t deserve to be thought about or remembered. He was the devil. Hutton just needed something to distract himself, that’s all he thought, taking deep breathes, and this was very calming. Staying calm was the key to staying sane, he thought, and he wanted to stay sane. Who wouldn’t?

Dropping out of school early to get a full time job wasn’t something that you usually saw in district eight. But being at school wasn’t helping Hutton either. All the memories that haunted him invaded him when he was at school. Everything, the people, the surroundings, all of it, Hutton couldn’t handle it and dropped out finding a job at the shearing farm a couple miles down the road. The money wasn’t the best but at least it was something. It helped keep his family alive.

Slowly, Hutton’s thoughts began to resurface to the present. He found himself wandering aimlessly down a quiet street. In fact once Hutton found himself thinking about it, it might of been to quiet. He looked around. He was the only one out and about. The more he thought about it the more uncomfortable he began to feel. The more the memories of his past came to haunt him. I have to get away from here, he thought desperately to himself. Breathing fast and heavily, Hutton quicken his pace until he was practically running. He was so caught up in his thoughts and trying to escape his past he hardly noticed that he had walked right into someone,

“sorry I-‘’ his apology was cut short as he looked down at the person he had run into.[/blockquote][/justify][/color]

Last Edit: Nov 1, 2011 4:22:32 GMT -5 by kiah

Delphin
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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Oct 30, 2011 15:13:25 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Oct 30, 2011 15:13:25 GMT -5

Delphinium Ridiris

The streets were quiet, almost hauntingly empty. The games had that effect on the district. Nobody wanted to be out, especially when it was growing dark. Delphinium had a bag slung over her shoulder, her light brown hair usually twisted back into a braid, was free from confinement, and twirling down her back in curls. A length of ribbon tied up the upper hair of her hair in a ponytail, but it failed to keep her bangs in place. Blue eyes studied the shadows and alleyways, coming to the conclusion that it was safe enough.

Her attention was drawn to the contents of her bag: forms for her parents, ointment for her father’s shaky joints, and flowers for her sister. The loaf of bread at the bottom was good, too. They would definitely be eating happy tonight.

She was getting back from her job drying fabrics, having graduated from actually dying them about a month ago. The new job was hard, and slow. You had to make sure the cloth was stored at exactly the right time, and washed even more carefully. If you washed it too soon, the dye would leak out and the color wouldn’t be as good. If you washed it too late, the color would be too bright. Either way, it was punishment worthy. She’s seen girls get dunked in the huge water tanks for not doing it right, and working the rest of the day soaking wet did not appeal to her. A plus, though, the pay was exactly three cents/hour higher than that of her previous job. This gave her a little extra money to spend on things other than food.

It wasn’t much, but it was still something.

Suddenly, Delphinium was snapped out of her mental calculations as she found herself colliding with a person bigger than her. Tensing, she landed on the ground a few feet away, coughing as dust was unsettled from the sudden movement. The shock quickly faded away into annoyance. She trained her blue eyes on the face of the culprit. That idiot. She frowned, holding out her hand to the boy. “Well, are you going to help me up or what? Hell’s teeth, boy, where were you going in such a hurry?”

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Delphinium Ridiris (D8)
Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 1, 2011 5:44:05 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Nov 1, 2011 5:44:05 GMT -5

Hutton stared at the girl. She looked strangely familiar to him, but he couldn’t place where he had seen her. Swimming through his thoughts he searched for any memory he had for her, but nothing came to him.

“Hell, are you going to help me up or what? Hell’s teeth, boy, where were you going in such a hurry?’’ her words brought him back from his trance. Hutton took her extended hand in his; he was surprised at the warmth that spread through him as he took her hand in his. Pulling her to her feet he let go almost immediately.

“I was...... umm.... heading.... it was so quiet... I” he mumbled the words barely audible, all his usual cockiness gone.

What was wrong with him? He never acted like this. He has never been shy around girls before. It was just this girl. She had an air around her, which made him hold his tongue, he couldn’t speak straight. He dropped his gaze and found his eyes locking on the sack that lay at her feet. The bag wasn’t big and probably held less than the girl would have liked.

Hutton shuddered as a unwanted memory of his father came flying back to his memory,, Hutton was just a young boy when his father brought home a bag similar to the one he was looking at now. His father had shoved it in his hands and told him to hide the bag, his Father wouldn’t tell him why and told him no matter what don’t look in the bag or your life won’t be worth living. As a normal child would have he ignored his Father and looked into the bag and too his horror he saw a human hand, one that didn’t belong to anyone he knew, but it still freaked him to the bone. Luckily his Father never found out but from then he never looked at his father the same way and never stayed in the same room as him if he was alone.

Slowly Hutton bent down to pick the bag up for her, making sure to avoid her gaze, he felt unsteady under it.“Believes this belongs to you,” he said chucking the bag in her direction. With a friendly smile he turned to leave.[/blockquote][/justify][/color]

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 2, 2011 21:01:24 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Nov 2, 2011 21:01:24 GMT -5

Del grasped his hand, surprised when suddenly she was on her feet again. He must be strong, or she was definitely lighter than healthy. She smirked lightly, raising a brow as he stammered on about silence or something. He was so awkward, it was amusing.

Unlike the boy in front of her, Delphinium wasn't uncomfortable in the quiet. It was easier to think. Tracing sounds like footsteps, or the flap of a birds wing was easier. Locating danger and reacting in a timely manner was probably one of the most important things about the silence. Silence was bravery, it was comfort. It was all the emotions that can't be spoken with words. It was the wind she was afraid of. It was the crash of the wind against her home, and her school. It was force that blew down trees, and knocked people from front steps. It blew up sand, stinging eyes and throats. It felt like helplessness- pure helplessness. Bu because it wasn't windy, and it was quiet, Del could hear the sound of her bag being picked up off the ground. She caught the strap, tucking a curl behind her ear and slipping the bag over her shoulder. "Thanks," she said lightly.

He turned to go, and Delphinium paused in the road. It was unusual for her to hold conversations for longer than needed. She wasn't really known for her skills with other people, especially after that nightmare of a conversation with the tribute's boyfriend this afternoon. She frowned lightly at the memory, shuffling the words from one shoulder to the other before saying them.

"My name is Delphinium, by the way. And don't you owe me a walk home?" she asked, playing with the leather strap on the bag. "You owe me that, don't ya think?"

(OOC: sorry, short as anything. x-x Kind of filler-y.)

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Delphinium Ridiris (D8)
Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 3, 2011 5:03:04 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Nov 3, 2011 5:03:04 GMT -5

Hutton stopped in his tracks; frozen. He didn’t know what to say he rarely got in this situation with someone he barely knew. With his friends he wouldn’t have hesitated, actually he would have made a cocky statement, like, why? You scared of the dark or you need me to hold your hand . But with this girl, Delphinium, he felt different around her, as though he has to be careful in what he says, he didn’t want to offend her. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Plus he liked to get to know this girl; she was different from the usual crowd he hanged around with.

Grinning widely to himself he turned around. “Hey, Delphinium, I’m Hutton.” He says. He could feel his confidence returning to him as he spoke. But Christ the name was a mouthful. He didn’t know what to next, this was quite odd to him as he was usually the leader, and he was the alpha dog. Remembering at the last minute he says,” yeah, of course I will walk you home. I guess I do owe you something.”

Looking closely at her too see what her reaction would be he asked, “do you want me to carry your... um, bag for you?” he didn’t know what reaction he was looking for, and didn’t know how she was going to take it. Hutton thought she might take it the wrong way, and think he might make off with her bag, or as just an act of kindness. He knew he meant it as the latter, he was just trying to be a gentleman, more than what his father ever was. He never ever wants turn out like him.

OOC: Sorry it's short, I'm still working on getting into Hutton xD

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Last Edit: Nov 6, 2011 3:43:51 GMT -5 by kiah

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 5, 2011 22:00:26 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Nov 5, 2011 22:00:26 GMT -5

She raised her brow as he froze. Well, if he was going to react like that, he needn't bother. She was somewhat surprised when she didn't get a snarky response. She narrowed her eyes lightly, shrugging her shoulders to release the tension. She repeated his name under the street lamps, rolling it over her tongue. She decided that it fit him.

"Just call me Del. It's easier on the lungs." Del was well acquainted with the length of her name, but she wouldn't change it for all the world. "Good. Don't want any thugs are ruffians mugging you." she replied smoothly, turning back in the direction she was walking and waiting for him to catch up.

She frowned lightly when he mentioned the bag, leveling blue eyes up and down his figure. "No. Thank you. I can handle it."

WIP. (Sorry, really humiliatingly short. x-x)

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Delphinium Ridiris (D8)
Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 6, 2011 3:47:00 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Nov 6, 2011 3:47:00 GMT -5

There was an awkward silence, where Del looked him up and down. He wasn’t used to these silences, and didn’t want to get used to them. After what seemed like an hour she kindly declined and headed off in the direction, he assumed, of her home. Walking briskly Hutton caught up. Hutton was lost for words, which, yet again, surprised him. What was wrong with him today he thought. it was probably the from his earlier discomfort he thought shrugging the thoughts away.

He looks around at the street they were walking down. It was grubby and the houses very close together, this was one of the poor streets, of many, in district eight. Looking around, got Hutton thinking and question spontaneously pop into his head, implanting themselves there. He couldn’t figure out how to rid himself of them, and wouldn’t dare to voice them to Del, or anyone, unless he was willing to risk his life. See in district eight, or any district, anything said against the Capitol, could be punished by death, or worse by be turned into an avoxe!

Hutton, by this time, had gotten really uncomfortable with the silence. All that could be heard were their footsteps echoing around them. This became too much for him to bear, it reminds Hutton of the earlier events this morning, he shudders at the thought he was not going to go through that again. Thinking fast he tried to think of something that he could say, but nothing popped into his head.

He had no idea how to start a conversation with her; he didn’t know what she was interested in, if she went to school nor if she has a job. What would he usually say to a girl in this case?

finally a thought popped into his head. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this earlier! It was the polite thing to say! “So.... what’s up? Been doin’ much?” he says, trying to keep his cool.

~~ooc (sorry if my tense is a bit messed up)~~

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 17, 2011 21:39:13 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Nov 17, 2011 21:39:13 GMT -5

Delphinium ∞ Ridiris

Come back some day.
Come and deliver us, too.

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She rolled her eyes, grinning at the boy lightly. He was doing her a favor, walking her home in the cold autumn darkness. Their footfalls scrape softly against the ground. She could practically hear his discomfort expanding across the sidewalks. Putting her hands into her pockets, she walks on, glancing at the boy every third step or so. The silence was washed around them like rain after a drought, the ground opened up and her very skin soaking it in through her pores.

"The sky, last time I checked. And the occasional tree branch. Oh, and there's that bird too." she responded easily, even pointing up into the clouded sky. The darkness wrapped around the stars like protective wrap. There really was no bird. There was, however, a branch. It was windless, the perfect night in Delphinium's opinion, and whatever leaves the branches still claimed stayed.

She rubbed the back of her neck, a yawn bubbling up in her throat. It was a late night, and though her body was tired her mind was abuzz with activity. She adjusted her jacket and shoulder bag, rolling some tension from her shoulders.

"As for what's new-" she began. She ran her tongue over her teeth, as if she could taste the day's words and spit them out. Quickening her pace, she spun on her heel, now walking backwards in front of the boy. She studied him a moment before a carefree shrug lifted her slim shoulders. "I don't know. How're you?"

Last Edit: Nov 25, 2011 23:28:50 GMT -5 by Delphin

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Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 18, 2011 21:06:12 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Nov 18, 2011 21:06:12 GMT -5

Walking through the darkness beside this girl, he felt the tension begin to rise. But it wasn’t from her but from Hutton himself. He had to relax. This was so abnormal for him to feel like this. Taking several deep breathes he let the tension run off his shoulders, relieving him of a lot of weight. The night sky slowly filled with clouds that ran around the dancing stars creating a peaceful feeling.He noticed that at every couple of steps the girl would glance at him and then look away, this didn’t make Hutton feel uncomfortable he was used to it. Slowly his confidence returned and the uneasiness faded. He wasn’t afraid of the dark; just sometimes the memories that haunted him would invade his privacy. He was used to walking around in the dark as that’s how he got home from work each day. Then suddenly he remembered that he was meant to be heading home.

Today was his mother’s birthday, and he had promised her that after he went to the shops, after work, that he would head straight home. Guilt filled him like a balloon. How was he going to explain to his mother that he got distracted because some girl, he had never meet, asked hi to walk her home after bulldozing her over? That he totally forgot because he felt so uneasy around this girl, partly because of the memories that ad invaded him? Why was life so complicated?

Hutton wished that life was simple, that his father was never a wretched man, that he never had done anything and left his wife in a mess, maybe even that his father never existed. He knew the last thought was harsh, but his father deserved whatever happened to him, and Hutton hoped that he suffered, just like his family, his wife. Shaking his head, Hutton cleared the nasty thoughts from his mind. His mother wasn’t going to take this news well, and Hutton was afraid that it just might push her that bit too far. That this just might break her.

Hutton started to shake really bad, not from the cold but from fear. He was shaking uncontrollably that his teeth started to chatter. He stopped in his tracks. He had to go home.He had to get to his mother before anything happens, she is just too fragile.

He had realized that the street was dead quiet and that the girl must if stopped walking as well. He looked up at her
,” sorry... But I have to go.” He said, quietly, his voice shaking.

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Delphin
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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 22, 2011 19:40:21 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Nov 22, 2011 19:40:21 GMT -5

She blinked, swaying lightly as she suddenly stopped walked. Hutton was a few feet behind her, breathing hard and wide eyes staring at the ground. Her own blue eyes ran over his face, left to right as if reading something from a book. She chewed on her bottom lip, immediately scanning the darkness around them. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. The boy started shaking, from fear, or cold, most likely both.

Concern washed over her for this semi-stranger. It was a weird feeling, and Del was completely unfamiliar with it, but hell's teeth, something wasn't right. It was just in her nature to try and fix things. "What's wrong? Afr-" she bit off a sarcastic comment mid-word. No, that would be distasteful. No, she would handle this like a mature adult, and not some sarcastic kid. Right. Okay. Deep breath. She studied him a moment longer. "Hutton. Look at me."

She really didn't think it would work, actually. And blinked in surprise when he did. The words that rolled timidly out of his mouth came next, and Del was determined that that was not going to be the end of it. "Where? I'll come with you. I don't need to get home just yet. What's wrong? You're shaking so hard, you won't get there on your own. What the hell is up with you?" she questioned, walking back towards him and tugging lightly on his forearm in an effort to get him to stand up straight again. "Come on, let's go. Where do you need to go? We'll go together. Come on."

She was trying to coax him along. Stand up straight, put one foot in front of the other. Let's go. One, Two. One, Two. Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale. At this point, just getting him walking would be a feat, but by the panic in his voice, he would probably start sprinting any minute now. Whatever it was, she was confident she could keep up with him fairly easily. She was a pretty fast runner, and even if she couldn't see him, it wasn't hard to follow people by sound.

"I'll come with you. Whatever is going on, nobody should do it alone." She was going to stick to her words like glue. This kid would have some troubles getting rid of her.

Characters:
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Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 23, 2011 19:06:11 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Nov 23, 2011 19:06:11 GMT -5

Hutton couldn’t believe that he had forgotten. How was he ever going to make it up to his mother, if she would ever want to see him again? It was so distressing, the thought that he might have broken his mothers heart in two. What kind of son was he? What son would push their mother over the edge like he might of. His vision started to blear, and he hadn’t realized that tears of fear had filled his eyes, blinding him from the path ahead of him.

He was so engrossed in his self pity that he hadn’t realized that the girl had started questioning him, she really did sound concerned. He wasn’t going to put his pity on her shoulders; she was just a stranger, who was poor enough to have him burdened on her shoulders. It wasn’t her fault that she was witnessing this it was all his, if he had just kept his promise nothing might have happened.

It took Hutton a while to realize that Del was saying that she was going to go with him. Hutton looked up at her. She couldn’t go with him this was something that he had to do, and he had to do it alone. His mother was fragile enough and it was up to him to fix it.

Taking a couple of moments to put himself back together, he tried to stand up, his legs felt like jelly, they were shaking pretty bad. He swayed as he got to his feet to feel that Del was beside him giving him support. He did realized that it was her doing, coaxing, that had got him to his feet. Maybe he should let her come. As soon as the thought came Hutton vanished from his mind.

Del had already done enough for him. It was time to tell her goodbye and that he would see her around. He turned to face her too look into her eyes to find a determination, like she wasn’t going to leave until she found out what was wrong, and was going to help fix it. Hutton almost laughed, which surprised him.”Look I have to get home. It’s my mother’s birthday, and right now she’s very fragile, I have to go now, because I’d promised her I’d be home for it..... I’m afraid if I don’t get home it might of pushed her too far... that she might never forgive me again... she doesn’t have many people left for her to trust, and Ii might of just broke her trust.” As he said the last words his voice shook and was barely audible, he couldn’t look at Del.

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 26, 2011 0:21:17 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Nov 26, 2011 0:21:17 GMT -5

Delphinium ∞ Ridiris

Come back some day.
Come and deliver us, too.

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Once Hutton snapped to his senses, he stumbled away from her, but her grip on his upper arm was persistant, and so were the blue eyes staring into his skull. She frowned, as a determination of his own set down on his face on top of the guilt contorting his features. Words poured out of his mouth like water from a glass. His voiced died with each syllable as he continued.

She rolled her eyes lightly, brushing her hair back in an act of frustration. "Look, Hutton. I'm going to do you a favor. Shut your trap, and listen up. I won't repeat myself." She gave him "the look" before continuing. She didn't know what "the look" was exactly, and she didn't really care to study into it further, but it just seemed to convey things better than words.

"It's your mom's birthday, you're late because you were a klutz and ran me into the dust. We, as in together, are going to walk to your house and say hi. I'm going to tell her that you were late because you were helping me with my bag, after you accidentally knocked me down on the way home." She studied the bag lightly, planning that they could beef it up with rocks or something. Maybe they'd find a newspaper and bunch up the pages. That would make it seem like there was a lot of stuff in here. "You're a gentleman and the greatest son in the world because you were polite enough to help a girl out. See? It all works out perfectly fine, mother's love that kind of gooey crap, trust me. Let's go, Hutton. Time's ticking."

She tried to smirk, but she couldn't really get the corners of her lips to fully do what she wanted. She watched him a moment longer before sighing. In a gentler tone, she continued, tugging on his arm even though it was fruitless. If the guy could pull her up from the ground at a dead weight in 2 seconds flat, she was not going to move him anytime soon. Damn muscle mass.

"Look, if you're worried about owing me, or whatever- Iv'e got that covered. I usually don't do this, but I'm going to cut you a deal. I help you get home and tell Mama Hutton what a hero you are, and then you buy my sister an ice cream on the summer day of your choice. Everything will be fine." And yes, she knew it was boarding on winter. But she would remember, and if she didn't, all the better for him, right? The darkness was creeping up on them, slowly as the minutes passed. The flickering lamp lights gave a creepy air to the streets, but she wasn't scared. What was a little dark against the Capitol? And speaking of, with a new urgency, she tugged on his arm.

"Let's go. The Peacekeeper patrols will be out any minute now. Where do you live?"

Characters:
Delphinium Ridiris (D8)
Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Nov 27, 2011 5:37:00 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Nov 27, 2011 5:37:00 GMT -5

Hutton watched as words poured out of Dels mouth not taking much notice in what she is saying. He felt like shit to be honest. He let his mum down. Then all of a sudden he didn’t feel sorry for himself. Some of what Del was saying sunk in. Yeah he thought he had just got caught up, it wasn’t his fault. With the new thought in mind he felt the weight on his shoulders lighten. Maybe it wasn’t going to turn out so bad after all. Hutton could feel his mood brightening.

The grip on his fore arm brought Hutton back to the present. Del was still questioning him, but this time instead of looking at her dumbfounded, he listened, listened intensely, at her plan and how they were going to fulfil it. Hutton knew they were and that everything was going to be ok he could feel it. Has Hutton listened he felt his old personality, the one he missed, coming back. He felt the snide and cocky comments slipping onto his tongue, but he stopped himself from saying them out loud, this girl was helping him, she had no need to but she was and he had to pay the right respect to her.

Then she said a comment that Hutton couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard he tried. She would most likely regret the comment later.

“Oh... like, you know, a date?”he added some of his snideness to his voice. And then the next words that came out of her mouth made it worse, for her that is. “Ha, and now you want to know where I live, cool.” He ignored the urgency in her voice until what she really had said sunk in.

The peacekeeper patrol!! Hutton had totally forgotten about that, and know he was trying to flirt with a girl, when he could get in big trouble.

Hutton now took Dels question seriously. Well, because it was serious. Without hinking Hutton grabbed her hand and started to gentle pull her in the direction of his house.[/blockquote][/justify][/color]

Delphin
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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Dec 24, 2011 16:06:41 GMT -5

Post by Delphin on Dec 24, 2011 16:06:41 GMT -5

"This is not a time to be funny, Hutton," she hissed, glancing down the street. Her blue eyes flashed with annoyance. Could the boy not be serious? But then it dawned on him. She could tell the difference immediately. "Yeah, Sherlock. Finally catching on, hm?" With a roll of her eyes, she let Hutton pull her along. They needed to go. She could practically see the lights swinging against the street as the patrol neared the street corner. She held her breath- listening for footsteps. With a gulp, she came to the conclusion that they weren't far away.

She speed up, a small catch in her breath. She tugged him roughly into the shadows, before allowing him to lead on. However, the difference in their body masses made a difference, and a rough tug from her was small. One of these days she'd catch him by surprise, and then a rough tug might be just that. "Stay hidden. Now hurry up. How far is it?" she asked, warily watching the street. Three figures showed themselves. Two of them were staggering. Hells teeth. They would need speed to get out of this one. It was too dark for them to see their faces, so as long as they kept a block or so ahead, they wouldn't be spotted.

"We. Need. To. Go. Now. Run." Delphinim wished more than anything that she was home, fixing the buttons on her sisters jacket, and laughing softly with her mother. "I swear to God if you get us caught..." she hissed, urging him to go faster. "Don't worry about me. I can keep up." Her head snapped to the side; One of the obviously drunk Peacekeepers shushed his partners loudly. "Wait, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" the other sneered.
"It was probably some skunk, or something," the sober man said, leaning against a lampost. He was mumbling something about how he couldn't believe they were drunk on patrol.
"No, no. I definitely hear something..."
"Yeah. I can hear your foul breath from over here."
"No, no. Shut the hell up, flyboy."

Then the drunk one looked down the lane right at them.
Hell's teeth.

"And that," Del said, "is our signal to go."

ooc: I am so sorrrryyyy that this is so late. Oh gosh. It was school, and then the holidays and then I lost my muse. Apologies. x-x

Characters:
Delphinium Ridiris (D8)
Gabrielle Taryn (D11)
Celadon Tatterdem (D12)

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haunted by unwanted memories[open] Jan 6, 2012 5:24:13 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Jan 6, 2012 5:24:13 GMT -5

The streets were deserted like they should be; we were the only disturbance to the deathly quiet night. Hutton ran quietly through the streets with Del by his side. He had totally forgotten about the curfew, and now he was going to pay unless they got out of here.

The streets look all the same when you panic. You can’t tell the difference between the right and the wrong streets, the signs are blurred and useless. Your sense of direction vanishes, leaving you vulnerable and senseless. You look around but nothing looks the same, you falter. The little lighting doesn’t help. The streets are dark and empty, not giving you a clue to the surrounding, an idea that you are close to your destination,

Hutton didn’t let the thoughts show how scared and frightened he really was. It was all true, panic had blinded him.

He felt Del give his arm a tug and he was pulled back into the shadows of the nearest building. She whispered a few urgent words in my ear, and then paused. Hutton followed her gaze to the drunk peacekeepers heading their way. They didn’t seem to have realized we were here. Relief spread through Hutton. They were going to make it. This was the moment that he knew they had no worries that he would be able to easily find his way home, that he was not going to jail. Hutton practically jumped in cheer. But he held back.

Hutton held his breathe as the peacekeepers stopped in their tracks. They started talking, but it wasn’t [‘t loud enough for Hutton to hear. Hutton only started to realize they were in trouble when the peacekeepers looked directly at them. He felt the drunk peacekeeper’s eyes run over Hutton, but not for long because in a matter of moments Hutton and Del were flying down the nearest street desperate to get away from the men.

the feeling came again. Forcing its way through Hutton’s blood stream. Numbing his direction and hope for getting away. The buildings pass you by in blurred splashes across your vision, confusing you, disorientating you. It was so powerful. The effect is huge, even effecting his physical movement, causing you to stumble over thin air…. Total chaos.

Hutton’s mind rushed with confusing jumbled thoughts. This was all to much for him. His vision started to blur. He felt dizzy and light headed. Today really wasn’t his day.

Last Edit: Jan 6, 2012 5:27:41 GMT -5 by kiah

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