the yellow rose//arc
Jan 13, 2016 18:05:20 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jan 13, 2016 18:05:20 GMT -5
Jenny Rose
I twirl a finger in my hair idly. My legs swing from the branch I am sitting on. Climbing trees has always been a little hobby of mine, and so I am currently sitting in a high up branch staring at a little red bird. I try to keep as still as possible as to not scare the chirping critter away, but after a few minutes my legs start bouncing again and start to swing below me. The bird notcies immediatly and flys off in fright.
Currently I am wrapped up in a loose brown coat which in my head has the same effect against the cold as a bundle of strings does. A small blanket of snow carpets the ground and a soft breeze blows gently through the bare branches, causing me to shiver slightly.
Mother says I shouldn't be up here. She says I will get frostbite or hypothermia, but so far I'm pretty sure that I am fine. I don't feel as though any of my body parts are about to fall off in a moments notice. If anything I feel better up here with the fresh, clean air and the noise of district seven replaced with birdsong. I swing my legs over the edge idly and scour the trees for any other birds.
Then I hear a small chirp, and see a bird at the end of my branch. I smile slightly and decide to see how close I could get to the bird. I start to scooch over to the bird slowly, and after about thirty seconds of slow scooching the branch starts to quiver from my weight shifting to the weaker side. Suddenly, I realize I hadn't thought this through.
I let out a small shriek as I fall to the ground. I land on a patch of snow, but that doesn't break my fall much. I still have the wind knocked out of me and I need a minute to get up.
When I do lift myself off the ground it feels as though everything is aching. I rub my arm slightly and say, "Oww" softly to the air.
Currently I am wrapped up in a loose brown coat which in my head has the same effect against the cold as a bundle of strings does. A small blanket of snow carpets the ground and a soft breeze blows gently through the bare branches, causing me to shiver slightly.
Mother says I shouldn't be up here. She says I will get frostbite or hypothermia, but so far I'm pretty sure that I am fine. I don't feel as though any of my body parts are about to fall off in a moments notice. If anything I feel better up here with the fresh, clean air and the noise of district seven replaced with birdsong. I swing my legs over the edge idly and scour the trees for any other birds.
Then I hear a small chirp, and see a bird at the end of my branch. I smile slightly and decide to see how close I could get to the bird. I start to scooch over to the bird slowly, and after about thirty seconds of slow scooching the branch starts to quiver from my weight shifting to the weaker side. Suddenly, I realize I hadn't thought this through.
I let out a small shriek as I fall to the ground. I land on a patch of snow, but that doesn't break my fall much. I still have the wind knocked out of me and I need a minute to get up.
When I do lift myself off the ground it feels as though everything is aching. I rub my arm slightly and say, "Oww" softly to the air.
OOC1: some days I feel guilty that I controll the lives of the innocent to cause mayhem such as breaking branches, but not today.
OOC2: oh my swirls. My spelling is horrible here xD blame my keyboard
OOC3: sorry it took so long too xD