Lumberjacking. [cass]

Olivia Ocanas – better known as Ollie – was annoyed, she could feel it prickling her skin and biting into her movements. As she walked her legs seemed tense, slapping the ground with an uncharacteristic thud. She had no clue where she was going, she was just walking, letting her thoughts wallow pitifully in their anger, it was better that way. That way she would not snap at her dad, and even though she was fuming she would and could never bring herself to argue with him. After all he was all the family she had left. Her father had rudely demanded that she participate in tonight’s events, after she had openly expressed that she was displeased with the idea of spending even an evening with the woman he called a girlfriend. It was to be a dinner between him and a woman whom he had been dating for several weeks. Apparently they had reached the stage that meant Ollie was free to meet her, greet her and hopefully tell her to go away. Well, that was the plan.

She had no reason to be angry, her mother had been dead for many years now, if anything it was good to see that her dad was learning to move on, find someone else to spend his time with. It just hurt. It was like seeing someone she loved forget about the person he had once fallen head of heels for, as though she were being swept under the rug and forgotten. That hurt Ollie, as though he were forgetting the very image of the woman he had cared so much for. Even though it wasn’t true it stung her heart, father would never forget mother, Ollie was the spitting image of her, and there was just a long lasting stain on her heart that seemed to be growing with every step her father took away from being single.

No one could ever replace her mother.

The area she found herself stumbling into was a secluded chunk of forest right beside the district. It was within the confines of the fence, but it was lonely. Not many people dared venture there, it was rumoured to house bandits, thieves and criminal groups. It seemed that the isolation and cover that the forest provided was almost a necessity for anyone interested in buying narcotics. Humming gently she weaved her way amongst the trees, a small smile dancing on the edges of her lips as she stepped further and further into the inky darkness of the unknown. It was exciting, in an odd way, to delve into the troublesome depths of a world her father would forbid her from, who knew what was lurking within the shadows, what a gloomy patch of darkness might hide. The clearing she entered was surprisingly busy. To one side was a small pond, and a boy sat at the edge, dejectedly throwing rocks into it. After a few moments he seemed to curl in on himself. Kind of like he was crying.

She watched. But before too long she moved forwards, raising an eyebrow she stood behind him, hands on hips, the very embodiment of sass. ”You know if you jump into the pond no one would realise you were crying.” She said, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “But then big boy’s like you shouldn’t be so pathetic.”

Trying her best to not roll her eyes she instead stepped closer, unafraid of what was before her. She wasn’t a career as per say, but she knew how to fight. Besides he was big, bulky and looked as though he could hardly run faster than her grandma. Ollie was more than positive that she could out-run him, running was something she was skilled at, her father had always said that, ever since she was a young child. He had always complained about the fact that she was never where she was supposed to be, dashing around the house before he could stop her. It was something that had stuck, and besides, if they big bad wolf in front of her decided to play a game of catch the mouse there were plenty of trees that would hold her light, nimble structure, and plenty of trees that would break before he got a meter into the air.

When he stood up he moved to stand right in front of him, she found herself being demolished within his presence He was tall, she was very short, like try below average kind of short. She was also really small in structure and where he seemed to expand at the shoulders she shrunk, her limbs like fragile twigs compared to the trunks she was facing. He towered above her and yet she crossed her arms tighter over her chest, her gaze cool. Stubborn was what her father also called her. She held a vague few memories of other times, of a man with a big chin, and a red bow tie saying something similar, but when she tried to think of him, when she tried to form a face the entire memory disappeared from her grasp. Stupid condition. Sometimes she really did hate the illness she had. She had no time to waste on idiots like this one; it was obvious he was a boy that used his physical physique to get what he wanted. Maybe he was a bully, she was almost certain that he was. He mimicked her movements, crossing his arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow at such a childish thing she had to stop herself from gagging at his next words.

”Oh dear Ripred you are psychotic. Honest to Ripred what type of things must be running through your mind to bring up the notion of eating someone? Like seriously man? Have you got some kind of mental problem? Like do you get a kick out of the idea of cannibalism?” She scowled; her feet remained planted firmly on the ground, her eyes two dark brown pools of cold anger.