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Come and play [Marr] May 22, 2014 9:45:00 GMT -5

Post by Hael [prev. reasons] on May 22, 2014 9:45:00 GMT -5

MICAH CONNELLY
The vortex is pulling me in, I can't go against the force. I can feel myself falling

Before I hit the floor. Ouch.

Definitely not how I want to wake up in the morning.

When I stroll into the kitchen for breakfast, mom can tell be my groans and mumbles that I am tired.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

I shake my mane of curls because I didn't wake up on the bed at all.

After my daily morning routine that consists of taming my wild head, getting dressed and all the other rountiney stuff, I sneak into the ally ways. They are a maze, twisting and turning, going in all unexpected places.

They live in the shade, but sometimes the light peeks through, especially at an opening. An ally way is like me.

The ally leads me to none other than the town square. Typical, so darn typical. It could have led me somewhere cooler and less in the open, but no, it had to lead me here. Damn whoever made that ally way. Damn all of district two.

Now that I'm here, I might as well make use of my time. The obvious way to do that is to to sit on the sidewalk. And wait. And wait. And wait for something to happen.

Damn myself.

[ SORRY MY MUSE DIED LETS GET THIS STARTED AND ALIVE ]

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Come and play [Marr] May 22, 2014 21:29:47 GMT -5

Post by * on May 22, 2014 21:29:47 GMT -5

Olivia Revenue
Age: 15

The house that filters words of disgrace. A bedroom that shelters her every need. Not any longer does she have to endure those bloody looks that she got on a daily basis. That, bloodshot craze of a responce to her every breath that enters and exits her body. Her house has now become a home with the absence of that one blood relative. An only child she has suddenly become. With the grin, she lets her fingers linger on the handle of the door for one second longer than normal. Only then, does she realize that she's forgotten her only friend. She retrives her wooden bo staff from her room and exits the house. Two steps backwards, she takes, until she's on the landing that's off the stairs and her pace begins to quicken for no real reason.

Her mind is elsewhere, when she takes the shortcut. All the buildings, concrete slabs of tall buildings litter her way. The tall walls shed very little light and for that, she travels based on her own memory of the turns and the potholes in the path.

Her own expressions change several times in those lasting minutes before she makes it to the main street. Anger and confusion is first. After that, frustration and finally joy as she has to take one day at a time. Today, she's made a decision not to think about him. What a wonderful day it's going to be.

Without even noticing, she passes up the boy that sits on the curb. She has no time for partnering, then again, the thought of having someone as dedicated to the staff as she was, then maybe there would be a place for fun with said person. The wooden pole swings with the five paces just to the left of the boy. Olivia's craving for sweets has won her over. The only problem with that is the person that now stands in her way. Some tall girl, with strawberry blond hair. Olivia greets her wildly with the staff blocking a sudden fist that gets knocked to the side.

"What do you want, Merla?"

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Come and play [Marr] May 27, 2014 22:11:44 GMT -5

Post by Hael [prev. reasons] on May 27, 2014 22:11:44 GMT -5

MICAH CONNELLY
I never saw her before, that girl. She seemed quite un-extraordinary compared to the population of District 2, most bathed and glowed in pride that Career's soak up on a daily basis, but she didn't. I have seen many stroll around in ridiculous outfits that sparkled so much it hurt the eyes, or dresses with so many frills that it looked like they were drowning in it, but she wore none of those things. Her pretty face is not concealed by makeup of any sorts, certainly not the bright and bold that most girls wear on their faces. It's a relief not see cheeks painted with aqua blush. I saw someone wearing that, I am still disturbed.

Maybe different she was, or the way she held herself, or just the plain but hidden beauty of her that brought me back to reality. I had again floated off to my own world where I think about everything at once, but focus on nothing at all, she pulled me back to reality. Then she pushed me back out of reality. I sat there on the sidewalk, just pleasantly watching her, my lips slightly parted. I was so curious, so desperate to know how she could pull and push me around but at the same time just stand there, hardly noticing my existence.

How unusual.

Determination is set into her face, you can read it in her facial features. She won't let this girl - Merla, her name is - stand in her way of what she wants, which is unlike what I expected.

I stretched my arms, shooting straight up while doing so. It should be another few minutes until Bethany pops by, no less than fifteen. I might as well watch the scene before me - maybe even enter the scene - while I'm waiting for my little sister. Please be a bit later, Bethany.

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Come and play [Marr] Jun 16, 2014 16:23:41 GMT -5

Post by * on Jun 16, 2014 16:23:41 GMT -5

Olivia Revenue
Age: 15

The fist comes swinging without notice. A small grunt comes from the girl in front of her as the wooden pole knocks her hand out of the way and stings her very skin. No smile is present upon Olivia's face. Instead, her brows arch inward, displaying a dangerous glare to the girl who dares to block her path. More than once, she's met with this girl who is twice her size, but not hefty at all. She's pure muscle and height whereas Olivia, herself is small, yet quick and powerful. The boy on the curb has never even been brought to her attention as the girl retaliates quickly, throwing yet another punch in her direction. This time, the wooden pole is knocked aside with her free hand that was expecting it and the punch is still able to land it's mark.

"Bitch..."

A curse has escaped from Olivia's mouth when the bunched up fist makes contact with her cheek. A hand rushes to aid the burning sensation that follows but no time is given at all. A flash of strawberry blonde hair swirls quickly when the girl decides to kick at her as well, but with the adrenaline that seems to have finally caught up to her instincts, the staff is used to smack the leg causing the girl to howl out in pain.

"Leave, Merla before I mess up that pretty face." Is all that Olivia says. The girl stops and crouches down to inspect her leg for one moment. The contact must have hit a bone for her to suddenly stop out of the blue. Olivia keeps her everstill eyes on her, though her chest is heaving quite heavily.

"Olivia. I swear, if I catch you sparring with my little brother again, I'll hurt you worse than just a bruised cheek. You got me?" Dark emerald eyes from Merla peirce into Olivia's. Both of them seem to have reached an understanding, yet Olivia just shakes her head.

"He's a big boy. He can fight his own battles. If he can't handle a loss, he shouldn't throw the first stone." She lets the girl know that it wasn't her that started the fight in the first place. A spar gone wrong that left her little brother, that is exactly one month younger than herself, with a broken finger and a fairly large bruise on his back was the outcome to that while she emerged practically unharmed except for the split lip.

"You heard what I said, Olivia. Next time, you'll end up where your brother is if I have it my way. You've been warned." She stares after the girl as she moves away with a small limp that brings a smile to Olivia's face. Only a moment later, does the news that her brother's imprisonment has finally gotten out has that smile disappearing faster than water over a dam. Heat radiates from her cheek where the hand has never left. Instead, she moves her jaw up and down to account for the pain to only determine the outcome of a deep bruise that will likely last a few days.

"Damnit..."