Empty Spaces [open]
Oct 30, 2012 19:42:52 GMT -5
Post by hidden on Oct 30, 2012 19:42:52 GMT -5
"My fault!?"
"You could have volunteered! It. Should. Have. Been.You!"
The fifteen year old whipped out the tiny Seam house, rickety door slamming in her wake. Vision blurred with the threat of hot, angry tears, Nola sprinted through the nearly empty, falling down section of Twelve known as the Seam, making a beeline for the solitude of the woods that lay just beyond a broken down fence. It was Friday, and since it was a week day, most everyone was slowly pining away in the mines. Everyone that is, except her oldest, and only, brother. The morning had began with a heated shouting match, of which her mother carefully avoided, and she couldn't take it anymore. She had to get away, at least for a short time. Escape the broken home she now lived in. She wanted to run, but knew she couldn't. If she did, what would her parents do without her? She still cared for them, perhaps not as much as before, but she did. They were counting on her to bring back a haul.
By the time Nola reached the bent wire fence, her tears of fury had begun to overflow. She barely spared a glance to check for watching people as the raven haired girl shot through the fence and made swiftly for the woods. Once she reached the concealment of the forest, Nola slowed, wiping away the last of her tears, her usual scowl replacing them. Old leather boots made hardly a sound as she stepped through the forest, reaching the place where she kept her bow and quiver. With one swift motion, she swung the woven sheath with its cluster arrows onto her back, and took a firm hold on the wooden bow.
She was being imprudent, and knew it, but right now, that was the least of her worries. She just needed to clear her head. Her two toned eyes probed the forest briefly before she moved a bit deeper into the woods, telling her there was no one in the immediate area. Nola didn't bother going to far into the thicket yet, she wasn't in search of game; she'd hunt on her way back. But she knew better than to venture out into the woods unarmed, especially alone. Packs of wild dogs, even a wanderer could pose a threat, if they were larger than she, and many were.
Nola stood just five foot seven, not too tall, and light. She was built for speed, but her size also enabled her to easily scale trees, as she intended to do now. Green and blue jewels swept over the area, zeroing in a tall tree with plenty of branches, but not for several feet up. Launching into a sprint, Nola propelled herself toward the tree, gaining the momentum she needed to reach the lower branches. When she neared the base, the girl launched herself up, firmly grasping a low branch in her hands, hauling herself up. Bow on her shoulder, Nola scampered up the trunk until she was about twenty feet in the air. Rather visible, if you happened to be looking, but otherwise, she wouldn't be too easily spotted. She settled in the crook of a branch, looking out of the forest. It was a rejuvenating feeling, sitting high in the solitude of the forest, gazing out over the leaves ablaze with fall colors, felling the crisp autumn air on her face.
outfit: here
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