PreMaze Fear {Lyss}

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PreMaze Fear {Lyss} Apr 6, 2014 20:46:13 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 20:46:13 GMT -5

Shy Aubergine

Shy carefully positioned himself on a branch in the huge tree in the career center. Just one day until the Labrynth and his father was going crazy trying to get him to do 'real career training.' His father kept telling him that hiding was for wimps. Shy accepted that he was, is, and always will be a wimp. He lay down in a comfortable position on a branch surrounded by leaves which hid him from view. He heard his personal trainer his father paid for screaming Shy's name all around the career center, "Shy Anthony Aubergine! You come back here this instant." He silently laughed to himself. He was never going to find him. Why do I even stay here? I could just slip out. He thought. It was true. No one really noticed Shy which was how he liked it. He could really just slip out, or in, or any direction because no one noticed him. You have no idea how many times he had an urge to plunge a small knife it his trainer's backside while he wasn't looking.

Suddenly, he heard a small rustle in the branches. Ugh, someone else was up here. And they were awfully noisy too. Shy would have never made noises while climbing a tree. He was just so... quite.

He rolled his eyes getting ready to scamper up the tree just in case it was his trainer. His trainer was not quite at all. He stood up on the branch silently grabbing the branches above him, getting ready to climb.

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PreMaze Fear {Lyss} Apr 7, 2014 17:41:48 GMT -5

Post by lyss on Apr 7, 2014 17:41:48 GMT -5

Jubilant had been anticipating the upcoming day more than any year before. Her seventh Labyrinth Game was approaching, and she could not have been any more excited. She just knew she was going to come out victorious this year. She could practically hear uncle Aldracius’s toast for her celebration feast. She couldn’t wait to come home to a lavish party and be doused in her winnings.

Today’s focus was training, specifically stamina and hiding, both key elements need to win the game. Stamina was one of her highs points, thus she had mastered the objectives early on and was now working on hiding. Hiding was a harder skill to work on, considering the fact that the training area was full to the brim with people slashing dummies and pushing around trainers. Jubilant had first tried her hand at camouflage, which was an predictably boring task. She sat on the floor, swirling greens and browns around her face and arms, having nothing else to busy her mind but her constant humming of songs she’d learned in school long ago.

Eventually her trainer forced her to get off the floor and focus on blending in with surroundings in the building. There wasn’t much scenery to crouch behind, so she spent hours prancing around the building, falling against a green wall here, balling up on a brown carpet there. Both her and her trainer got bored quickly, a force that was often hard to repel with Jubilant around. Usually at a point like this, she’d slouch against the wall with two water bottles and talk her long-time trainer’s ears off.

Unfortunately for the blonde girl, the pair had intercepted the big tree in the middle of the building, and the peacekeeper-to-be wasn’t about to let the opportunity slide. He stood in front of the winding bark and sized it up for a moment, contemplating what task could best entertain them both. After a few moments of thought, he turned towards Jubilant and point his thumb towards the evergreen behind him.

“Climb it,” he began. “I’ll give you ten minutes to find a good hiding spot in there. I’ll circle the tree and see if I can spot you. We’ll repeat this several times until I can’t spot you.”

The girl stood in faux disbelief. It wasn’t unlike her partner to order her to do rigorous tasks, but climbing the tree was one he rarely resorted to. She knew there was no pointing in whining, so she reluctantly made her way up the tree, her blond ponytail bobbing behind her.

When she had decided she was high enough up, she sat on a relatively good branch and observed her surroundings. She noted how quiet and peaceful it was closer to the ceiling, and deemed it her new hiding spot for when she was bored or irritated. She propped herself up against the trunk, listening to the whir of generators around her. After a few minutes, a fear of her was confirmed. She could hear barely audible breathing somewhere around her.

“Hello?” she whispered, resisting every urge to scream. “Is anyone up here?”

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PreMaze Fear {Lyss} Apr 7, 2014 18:49:07 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 18:49:07 GMT -5

Shy let out a small breath of relief. It wasn't his trainer, it was just his cousin, Jubilant. She never really had been close enough to Shy to get to know him really. Jubilant never really talked to him so he didn't really talk to her. Shy wouldn't have talked to her even if she had talked to him. He mainly saw her only conversing with Zeal and Victory.

"Hello." Shy heard her say, jolting him out of his thoughts, "Is anyone up here?" Well, that's the first time he made anyone relatively scared. Maybe if she found out he was up here she would send him back to his trainer. Shy didn't want to risk that. Without saying anything he quietly grabbed the tree and climbed a bit higher, resting on a branch a few feet above Jubilant.

He cursed himself silently because he now realized he had passed into a small spot of light during his short climb. He hoped she didn't notice. He tried to slow his breathing down even more than it was already. His breath faded to almost nothing.

He walked slowly towards where he had even more enclosed space. He cursed himself again because he hadn't realized this was an ACORN tree. He accidentally knocked one down and it landed on top of Jubilant's head with a small clunk. He gasped to himself swearing in his head. Shy quickly balanced himself on the branch and climbed quickly deeper into the tree.

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PreMaze Fear {Lyss} Apr 7, 2014 20:27:05 GMT -5

Post by lyss on Apr 7, 2014 20:27:05 GMT -5

Jubilant heard a breath of relief, and she momentarily wondered who her company had thought she was. Instead of introducing themselves though, the stranger began to climb above her, gently rustling branches on their way. Now I’ve gone and scared them, she thought, annoyed. She ran her hand over her slicked back hair and sighed. She was slightly out of breath and lacked the motivation to climb any higher. She chewed on her thumbnail, weighing her options. Curiosity outweighed the facts that her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was slightly shallow.

“Wait!” she cried, flexing her fingertips to reach the branch above her. She swung herself up, following what appeared to be a small boy. He reached a patch of light and she could see very light brown hair and a flash of deep blue eyes. Jubilant recognized the features as ones of an Aubergine, but she couldn’t match a name with a face. Undoubtedly it was either one of the youngest cousins or a son of one of her uncles that her father, Viggo, still had beef with. There were certain family members that Jubilant and her sisters paid visits to more than others depending on Viggo’s relationship with the father of the household.

Jubilant came to the conclusion that the boy must be hiding, and she decided to approach the situation as carefully as she could. “I’m not going to rat you out!” she shouted as quietly as she could. She pulled herself higher and higher into the enclosed area, quickly running out of air and both sight. As the limbs grew thicker together, it became harder for her to see. Her silver eyes squinted in the dark, and she was upset to find she couldn’t make out any figures in the condensed atmosphere.

She plopped down on the nearest thick branch and prayed that her trainer wouldn’t race up here and haul her down before she found out who the mysterious cousin was. She didn’t care if they chit-chatted or not; she just wanted to know who it was and why they had bolted from her. She didn’t believe she was the slightest bit intimidating, but she was now questioning that. The boy had acted as if he just saw Victory or Glory storm in the room. Jubilant decided she’d have to ask if she ever got a hold of the boy.

Just as she began to blindly make her wake back up, an acorn smacked the crown of her head, and she silently cursed under her breath. She rubbed the sore spot on her head and hauled herself back up into the covered area. “Come on!” she yelped, stepping carefully on the branches, noticing that they began to grow thinner and more sparsely. “I just want to know your name. That’s all!”

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PreMaze Fear {Lyss} Apr 7, 2014 21:01:59 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 21:01:59 GMT -5

"Wait!" Shy heard Jubilant call as he was climbing, "I'm not going to rat you out!" He paused on the branch where he was waiting to see if she made it up. Shy whispered slightly, just enough for his voice to carry down to her, "Well, with the noise your making you might as well." Shy sat on the branch contemplating on what he should do. "Come on!" He heard her call." I just want to know your name!"

Of course. Yet another cousin who didn't know him because he was the one in the corner. His past two Labyrinth games flew by like days of torture he remembered. He got picked with one partner, he forgot who, who didn't pay any attention to his warnings to hide and attacked people, losing points over and over again. Eventually, Shy did make it to the final five before getting out because he hid most of the game, slinking off when someone came near him.

"I'm Shy." He responded his voice barely audible through the dense tree branches. "Shy Aubergine." He sat there just waiting to see if she could climb. Well, he did have to assess his soon-to-be rival unless they were partners in the Labyrinth games.

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PreMaze Fear {Lyss} Apr 13, 2014 17:38:03 GMT -5

Post by lyss on Apr 13, 2014 17:38:03 GMT -5

Jubilant continued her way up the throng of branches, trying to ignore the pulse she felt on the top of her head. She almost wanted to scamper back down the tree. The oxygen was getting more and more thin, and she knew soon her trainer would join the two Aubergines and drag both of their asses back to the ground. She rolled her eyes and forced out a sigh as she leaped from one branch to another, praying that one wouldn’t snap underneath her weight.

“Well, with the noise your making you might as well,” the boy hissed down at her as a reply to her promise not to rat him out. She ground her teeth against her tongue as she continued to propel herself upward. A ball of snarky comments rumbled like thunder in her brain, but she managed to calm the storm. Jubilant is kind, she had to remind herself.

She noticed that the ceiling hung low compared to her new position. Eventually the boy would no longer be able to hide. Jubilant had not climbed the giant beast just for the boy to quickly scamper back down while she hoisted herself higher. She reckoned the boy could jump, but he would inevitably break his neck. His father wouldn’t be happy with that, especially if he was one of the more respected ones.

She could tell that it was not one of Adalricus’s sons, for they were far much older than the scrawny boy ahead of her. Most of her cousins were girls, and she was slightly confused at how she would not recognize the boy. He finally paused and sat on a branch almost directly above her.

"I'm Shy," he responded in a barely audible voice "Shy Aubergine."

She racked her brains for a moment. Shy. A name that finally clicked in her head. It made sense now-why she couldn’t recognize the boy. He was Isidorus’s only son. Most of the Aubergine men could relate to having only one son-or even none, for that matter-but Isidorus had only produced that one son. No daughters preceded or followed after Shy. Jubilant, and probably most of her cousins, rarely ever saw the boy. She could only imagine that he kept Shy under lock and key, constantly beating the career dream into him.

“Shy, of course,” she said slowly, testing the waters. “I’ve only been seeing the back of your head these past few minutes. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

She grimaced and forced herself up another branch, one just below the boy. “You’re probably the cousin that vists the most infrequently,” she forced out with a huff of breath. She plopped down on the branch and folded her hands on her lap. “I don’t blame you, though. We’re all quite crazy,” she murmured, a sad smile lacing her face. She sighed and twisted a loose strand of her around her finger as she pondered the sad situation the whole family was in. “Father doesn’t really like to visit either, you know?”