Can You Hear Me? [OPEN]
Apr 2, 2012 17:19:54 GMT -5
Post by QueenoftheChinaDolls on Apr 2, 2012 17:19:54 GMT -5
Sunlight leaked through the open window in Marietta's room, draping itself lazily across her face prying her blue eyes open with hesitant fingers. Draping her arm over her eyes, the small girl rolled over, eager to escape this new bright day and return to the safety and comfort dark sky and awaiting beds brought. Of course she would not get her wish and after laying in bed, arm thrown over her eyes she finally sighed, her full shell-pink lips curving down into a frustrated frown as she lets the sun win the battle. Removing her arm from her eyes with a heavy sigh, she opens her blue eyes and sits up, patiently listening to the noises of her sisters downstairs before daring to put her feet on the ground. The first thing she hears is Tuula's sputter of indignation as her voice rises and falls, struggling to keep quiet for Marietta's sake. The clang of Tuula's knife is next followed by Klaara's heavy sigh and the sound of her chair scrapping against the wooden floor. "It is like every morning then," Marietta mutters to herself, pulling back her covers and swinging her feet over the mattress to meet the cold wooden floor. Her long pale fingers grip the mattress and she pushes down, propelling herself to stand on tired legs. She walks quietly, taking feline-like steps towards the small table in the corner. Her mirror, small and delicate rests upon it, a note sticking out of it's frame. "To My Sweet Pearl" It reads and like always, Marietta's eyes linger on the empty message wishing for it to disappear but refusing to take it away herself. Just to the left of it is a small pearled hairbrush and blue headband. Tugging her thick wavy chocolate brown locks over her shoulder, Marietta rakes through her hair with pale fingers before reaching for the brush and dragging it through her hair as well. Once it is neat and soft, she tosses it over her shoulder, allowing it to cascade in thick chocolate waves down her back. She holds her hair here with her headband, scrutinizing herself in the mirror before finally turning away to unbutton her night shirt and slide out of her pants. Resting on her chair is a light blue swimsuit which she pulls on, tugging at the straps and adjusting it in various places. She pulls on a soft pair of navy blue shorts after that, tugging at the strings that hold them up. Checking herself in the mirror again, Marietta finally resigns herself to the fact that she has to venture downstairs.
Marietta's steps are not so cat-like as she jogs down the stairs, turing into the small kitchen were her three sisters sit. With a soft murmur of a good morning, she snatches a piece of long thin bread off the table, spreading the pickled herring, mustard mixture that has been left out across it. Taking a quick bite, she grabs the smallest fishing pole off the wall as well as the net hanging next to it. Taking another quick bite she murmurs a soft good bye and escapes out the door glad to have gotten out without being roped into any sort of conversation. The second her bare feet hit the soft ground she is grateful. No one committed on the fact that she didn't throw on a shirt to cover her mutilated back or the fact that she didn't stay at her parents house. Tilting her head up towards the sun and taking a deep breath of the welcoming salty sea, she heads of towards her favorite fishing spot, jogging steadily along.
The sun is hot and burns her eyes as it uses the calm waves as it's mirror. Her net has caught nothing, and only small meaningless fish have been attracted to her pole. Marietta doubts anything will come near her pole seeing as it has been so lethargic so far. She checks her net and pole again, unsurprised to find them empty and digs her toes into the sand. No one is going to care if she goes swimming. As long as she doesn't stay out too long, she'll be perfectly fine. Shaking the sand from her toes, Marietta wades out into waist deep water, her palms skimming the smooth surface. She bends, her lithe like form bending easily at the motion and stretches her arms over her head causing the mutilated skin on her back to grow stiff from disuse. With a small sort of hop, she dives into the cool water, nearly sighing with relief as it splashes her face and combs her hair. Opening her arms, Marietta takes in the clear blue water, pulling her arms through the water to propel herself before kicking at the sandy bottom and surfacing. A small smile nearly graces her face as she gulps in air, pushing her now wet hair back off her shoulders. Glancing back toward the beach were she left her pole buried upright in the sand, she sees someone approaching it, and frowns. Who would bother touching her pole? One, it isn't theres. Two, she can guarantee there are no fish on it. There haven't been any fish on it all day. "Hey!" She calls out, waving her arm. "Hey, leave my things alone!"
Marietta's steps are not so cat-like as she jogs down the stairs, turing into the small kitchen were her three sisters sit. With a soft murmur of a good morning, she snatches a piece of long thin bread off the table, spreading the pickled herring, mustard mixture that has been left out across it. Taking a quick bite, she grabs the smallest fishing pole off the wall as well as the net hanging next to it. Taking another quick bite she murmurs a soft good bye and escapes out the door glad to have gotten out without being roped into any sort of conversation. The second her bare feet hit the soft ground she is grateful. No one committed on the fact that she didn't throw on a shirt to cover her mutilated back or the fact that she didn't stay at her parents house. Tilting her head up towards the sun and taking a deep breath of the welcoming salty sea, she heads of towards her favorite fishing spot, jogging steadily along.
The sun is hot and burns her eyes as it uses the calm waves as it's mirror. Her net has caught nothing, and only small meaningless fish have been attracted to her pole. Marietta doubts anything will come near her pole seeing as it has been so lethargic so far. She checks her net and pole again, unsurprised to find them empty and digs her toes into the sand. No one is going to care if she goes swimming. As long as she doesn't stay out too long, she'll be perfectly fine. Shaking the sand from her toes, Marietta wades out into waist deep water, her palms skimming the smooth surface. She bends, her lithe like form bending easily at the motion and stretches her arms over her head causing the mutilated skin on her back to grow stiff from disuse. With a small sort of hop, she dives into the cool water, nearly sighing with relief as it splashes her face and combs her hair. Opening her arms, Marietta takes in the clear blue water, pulling her arms through the water to propel herself before kicking at the sandy bottom and surfacing. A small smile nearly graces her face as she gulps in air, pushing her now wet hair back off her shoulders. Glancing back toward the beach were she left her pole buried upright in the sand, she sees someone approaching it, and frowns. Who would bother touching her pole? One, it isn't theres. Two, she can guarantee there are no fish on it. There haven't been any fish on it all day. "Hey!" She calls out, waving her arm. "Hey, leave my things alone!"