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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

{~::Black Magic::~} {Geebs} Feb 5, 2012 19:11:12 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Feb 5, 2012 19:11:12 GMT -5

Felix "Valentine" Trusdale
Avox ~ February

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Yellow is for the sun and his other color
Blue is for the skies and his action color
Green is for the grass and when somebody else talks/writes color
Pink is for his birthstone and his writing color
Purple is for his birth flower and his thought color

Mindlessly walking around Style Street trying to find a mysterious tailor who Kryta told me to look for wasn't fun. Apparently from what I got told she never really stayed in one place and that it was a pain to find her. Her shop had closed just as Krysta remembered the specially tailored dress she ordered, and considering she often wandered around in Style Street after she closed up shop. She would often be found because of emergency cases who forgot to buy a dress for this or for that.

That was how everything usually went with the teenage Capitolites. Events and parties every night, most of them were formal and allowed no same dresses at the party. I sighed, she has me running around at night trying to find some person who I've never heard of for something as simple as a dress. That's why I would never truly understand females. Then that's when it happened I saw the person who clearly fit the description Krysta had given me. Somewhat of an older woman, with a dark long cape. She was a nice looking woman for her age, but I assumed that was the Capitol's magic at work.

I began running towards her, and then I came to a corner and out of nowhere a person came and I bumped into a person who looked familiar, but I wasn't entirely sure if I had seen her before. She seemed average enough to be considered a non-Capitolite. Her hair was kept nice around chin length and her figured appeared to be fuller than mine. Her height also appeared to be somewhat shorter then me too, but not by much. Overall the ideas lead me to the concept of an avox. Then I realized that I wasn't really there for observing people who I had just bumped into, I was on a mission.

When I look back to the spot I saw the woman I realize that she wasn't there anymore. I now was officially lost and upset. I was now stuck with the avox whom I had bumped into. I turn back towards her and take a step or two back while she dusts herself off. I quickly take out my notepad and scribble a short sentence. “Sorry, I was looking for somebody and didn't see where I was walking.”[/center][/color]

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{~::Black Magic::~} {Geebs} Feb 5, 2012 19:45:09 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Feb 5, 2012 19:45:09 GMT -5

Gwen Halls

Today was not a good day for the avox at 325 Emerald Street. Evidently, on Emerald Street everything had to be green. Everything. Gwen was new to this household, just arriving that morning but she did not know how long she would be able to last there. Currently she was out to get green hair dye and nail polish and all kinds of things that are not needed because Gwen, herself, had to be greenified. Personally, she hated the color green. It reminded her of vomit and ugly soups she had to drink when she was sick. However, from here on out she would have to be- dare she think about it?- green.

Her master, who's name she had not bothered to remember, had sent her on errands to pick up all the required items (along with green eggs and green ham). Turning around a corner on Style Street, Gwen was knocked to the ground by something. Hurriedly getting to her feet to apologize to some snobby Capitolite she was amazed to see another avox beside her, looking off into the distance as if searching for something. The boy, who looked a few years younger than herself, quickly removed a notepad and began scribbling on it. Gwen's eyes grew wide at the words he presented her, not at their meaning but at the fact they existed. Gwen had never been allowed to write anything- well once but that was awhile ago- and to watch another Avox write something down, in public, was beyond horrifying.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Gwen shoved the notepad into the boy's chest, gesturing for him to put it away, her face a mask of worry.

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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

{~::Black Magic::~} {Geebs} Feb 5, 2012 23:26:17 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Feb 5, 2012 23:26:17 GMT -5

Felix "Valentine" Trusdale
Avox ~ February

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Yellow is for the sun and his other color
Blue is for the skies and his action color
Green is for the grass and when somebody else talks/writes color
Pink is for his birthstone and his writing color
Purple is for his birth flower and his thought color

Time drug out and I wasn't really in much of a mood to deal with this woman who was older than me. The feature that stood out most to me was her eyes, they were a vibrant green and expressed more emotions than a Capitollite ever could. That wasn't the thing that surprised me. What truly surprised me was how she reacted to me writing something down. I didn't really understand and I doubted that I would ever understand. All I could really do was try, and try as I might I didn't really make sense of it.

She had deliberately shoved my notebook towards me and gestured for me to put it away. When I looked up at her, her face had contorted itself into a mask of worry and displease. All I could really do was follow her lead and put it away. After all I didn't need a silly notebook to communicate. Devyni had brought me plenty of books over sign-language and such. As to teach me sign-language if I ever found myself without a notebook, or if I ever wanted to communicate through different methods. Apparently today might be one of days.

I quickly shrugged and gave her a questioning look. Hopefully, she wouldn't freak out over it and shake me or something. That's when things might get messy, and I didn't really want to risk that. After all I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as what happened to my mother. Especially at my hands once again, because considering the situation I was in I would probably be sentenced to death or something similar to that. If I wasn't however I would still probably kill myself, because of that other side of me. That side of me that enjoyed delving into death and seeing other being tortured. That part of me who held no regrets, and fears.

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(Yeah, the post sucks donkey doo-doo sorry about that. =/ )[/size]

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{~::Black Magic::~} {Geebs} Feb 16, 2012 20:27:19 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Feb 16, 2012 20:27:19 GMT -5

Gwen Halls

The avox just could not fathom why this boy seemed so at ease with breaking the rules in public. Even Gwen, who was more than a little unruly herself, was horrified at what may happen if they were caught. As much as she wanted to turn around and forget the whole thing, another side of her brain eased her on to ask the boy why he had such freedoms. Maybe she had been lied too, maybe his master was more lenient. Maybe he just didn't care. Whatever the reason, she wanted to know it and she couldn't find it out in the middle of the street. Looking over her shoulder real quickly to make sure no eyes were trained on them, Gwen grabbed the boy's sleeve and started to pull him down the sidewalk towards an alley close by to get the bottom of this little mystery. A hundred other explanations filled her head but she shook them away, making her unruly hair fly all over. She'd learn the reason, and she'd learn it now.

I'm sorry it is so late and so short Dx