an apple a day {kale}

Raseri
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an apple a day {kale} Dec 22, 2012 16:56:38 GMT -5

Post by Raseri on Dec 22, 2012 16:56:38 GMT -5

I had always loved the farmers' market--the gleeful squeals of the children who played while their parents browsed; the smells of the farmers' homemade goods; the fruits and vegetables that mixed in an eye-catching cacophony of colors as I rode past. Even when I had no reason or intention to buy any of these things, I would ride here on horseback just to walk around, letting the hum of the crowd consume all thoughts that had nothing to do with the market. This place had been almost a second home to me ever since I was a kid. When I was little, my mother used to bring me along while she stocked up on some of the things we didn't grow or make at home. She'd always told me to stay close, but I'd never been one to obey--I had once been one of the children that were now running between the tables and stands, dodging the shopping pedestrians as best as they could.

Shadowfax's hooves thudded quietly against the dusty ground as I rode him in a slow walk among the tables of fruit. Swinging out of the saddle, I tied him to a tree so I could look around. The first table that caught my eye was a stand laden with baskets of apples and oranges. I wasn't sure what these kind were called--they were red with yellow splotches--but Dad always bought them when we had extra money. I picked one out of a basket and turned it around in my hand, examining it even though I didn't really know how to properly critique an apple. It seemed alright, so I bought a basket of them, handing the seller a fistful of loose change I'd been saving up.

Although I didn't have much money left, I continued to stroll along the line of tables. And then I saw him--or at least the back of his head. I would know that dark hair anywhere--Ethan, my ex-boyfriend. I'd regrettably tangled my fingers in it more times than I care to remember. Why on earth he'd cheated on me with... with she-who-shall not be named, I have no idea. On an impulse, I reached into the basket of apples and weighed one in my hand. My fingers curled around the apple's splotchy skin as I wound up my arm and threw it, as hard as I could, at Ethan's head. It connected with a thud, and he spun around...

Shit.

It's not him, it's not him, ripred it's not him. All of my blood flooded to my cheeks. I turned around, desperately wanting to run away, but it was no use. I knew he'd seen me. Besides, the embarrassment had frozen my feet to the ground. All I could do was stand there--staring in shock like a deer in the headlights--and wait for the poor guy's response, hoping it wasn't a bad one.

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"i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my lids and all is born again.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)"

Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.
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an apple a day {kale} Dec 27, 2012 16:41:26 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Dec 27, 2012 16:41:26 GMT -5

Axel-
Just what he wanted to do today, go get food. It was the most miserable task that he hated to do. To him it meant going out with the hooligans, and other low lifes around the district. He wasn't high up on a list of favored people in the district, but he was not on the low end. He was more of a mediocer person. He could put up with a lot, but there was some stuff he did not put up with at all. It all just depended on what he was willing to put up with. He got onto his horse and rode toward the market, hoping this one was not going to be boring, or like the last one he had gone to.
He made it there and tied up his horse. He looked around for a little, grabbing different fruits and vegetables and feeling the texture and tendency in each one. He wanted the best that he could get, not the cheapest. He grabbed the ones he wanted and was about to pay when he felt something hit him. He stood still feeling a pain hit him. Not a tiny amount of pain like a paper cut. More of a hammer hitting you in the face pain.

All the pain shot from his head down to the bottom of his feat. He slowly turned around, to see if the person who had thrown it was still there. He could see the face of the culprit in front of him. He thought about grabbing a apple and just checking it at the culprit, but a talking to would suffice a lot better.

He walked over to the deer in the headlights looking girl. He looked her over, to measure how much yelling he could do, but he didn't yell at first he said in a calm voice, "What were you thinking, of throwing food, around with peacekeepers and people who are twice your size here. You are lucky I am in a good mood. But why must you throw the food?" He wondered.

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an apple a day {kale} Dec 28, 2012 22:21:46 GMT -5

Post by Raseri on Dec 28, 2012 22:21:46 GMT -5

The Ethan look-alike began to walk towards me. I wanted to run, but I was frozen in my tracks, staring at him and desperately hoping he wouldn’t yell and start something right in the middle of the fruit market. Though I guess that would be my fault, not his, since I was the idiot who threw the apple.

"What were you thinking, of throwing food, around with peacekeepers and people who are twice your size here. You are lucky I am in a good mood. But why must you throw the food?" Thankfully the boy I’d hit didn’t yell, like I’d expected.

My expression relaxed slightly, but still I could only manage a weak, apologetic smile. ”I, um… I thought you were someone else.” I examined my feet, which sounded like a much better idea than looking at the boy at the moment. My feet weren’t frozen to the ground anymore, so I was able to pick up my foot and slowly dig the toe of my boot into the ground. ”I-I’m really sorry about that.”

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