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Post by pandora on Mar 7, 2010 15:31:22 GMT -5
Lucy was walking around looking at gravestones, ' this is so creepy ..' she thought to herself, as she walked around. She usually never set a foot in the cemetery's, but she had to check if her mother was dead. She fought the feeling of hopelessness that was trying to creep it's way up and fill her body. She looked at a new gravestone Lauren stein, Deffinatly not her mother. Lucy stood up and crossed her arms as if she held herself in a warm embrace. For a few seconds as the wind plaid in her beautiful blond curls, she thought about how all these dead people had families that missed them, did anyone miss her ? She started walking again and found a bench, it would soon get dark and she didn't have a place to stay. "Maybe I should shift into a cat and sleep in a box again" she said to herself not thinking about if anybody heard her.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 7, 2010 16:09:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2v2bddg.jpg] Oh damn this, damn it all! A low growl rumbled in my chest as I angrily snapped at the brush. My canines clicked together as the leaves ripped from the stem. Spitting them out, I swiped my tongue over my jowls to rid the tangy taste of the plant.
Why'd you bite it in the first place then?
A snort made its way to my nose as I spat back out at him. Oh shut up! Bleary eyed, I blindly moved past all the vegetation. Why was everything so damn tall? And sticky, I thought again as I moved to shake off my plush-like fur from the grass. Raising my head taller, I leapt my way through. Oh god, I felt like a rabbit.
Lyot stop!
I froze. What? What do you want now? I'm busy here!
I know, but look!
Sighing, I muttered, “Yeah yeah,” but I looked anyway. I halted in my... leaping, and picked my head up, ears stiff and alert as I looked around. No one was watching were th—oh there! Finally I spotted what Reed had already seen. A girl. She was quite tall and if I had to say, pretty. Her hair was long and blond, wrapped in curls. Her body was typically average sized with some lean muscle added. What I figured was odd, was that she was just... standing there, looking at a grave. She seemed too distracted to notice me.
She looks lonely.
Who cares.
We should go talk to her!
W-what! No, I'm not talking to her. Why would I do that? A plopped my butt down in emphasis. I did not plan to go anywhere nor did I want to.
But I thought you were just bored. At least it gives us something to do right?
Pft, whatever. I sat there a moment, contemplating my decision. Reed did have a point, but I didn't want to admit that...
Just go.
Fine! Stop pushing me! Sighing, I raised to stand. At this moment, I shifted. Ears shrunk and grew to the side of my head, snout became shorter, body became longer and raised. Goodbye tail. I lifted my arms to stretch for a moment. The white polo shirt I happened to have on moved up for a moment before sliding back down. Along with jeans and my regular tennis shoes, I could imagine myself as a cowboy if I had a hat.
“Maybe I should shift into a cat and sleep in a box again.”
As silent as ever, although with all the grass no doubt she could hear me, I moved out of the edge of the cemetery. I moved to lean against a tree, likewise, arms crossed. So I stood, and waited. So, sleep in a box? Raising my eyebrows I said. “You know, cardboard boxes aren't that comfortable.” Not even I slept in a cardboard box, I thought miffed.
c o u n t! four-eight-five m u s e! three/ten h e l l o! Lucy n o t e p a d! none
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Post by pandora on Mar 7, 2010 16:23:11 GMT -5
Lucy jumped up, as a manly voice reached her ears talking about cardboard boxes being uncomfortable "Hasn't your mother ever taught you, it's rude to listen to peoples conversations with themselves ?" she asked trying to sound offended, but it was hard as she realized how bizzar and funny her sentence was. The wind caught her hair once more and plaid with it and let the sun shine in it. She brushed it irritated away from her face. She tried to hold down the panic as she knew that if he had heard the comment about the box, he had probably also heard the comment about turning into a cat. She was wearing a white t-shirt with the text 'dream while you can' with tight blue jeans and converse shoes. She felt the chill from the wind, but didn't wanna reach for her backpack for a shirt.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 7, 2010 17:49:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2v2bddg.jpg] I rolled my eyes as she jumped and snapped her head up to see where I was speaking from. She spoke, offended it seemed, “Hasn't your mother ever taught you, it's rude to listen to people's conversations with themselves?” Sighing, I let my arms fall to my sides. As I strolled forward calmly, yet in pride, I said.
“Nope.”
I came to a slow stop once I reached her across the cemetery, not exactly close, but not far. What could I say? I don't like being around people. I casually glanced around before saying anything. The sun was quickly lowering casting hues of oranges and yellows and purples like a painting on a canvas.
It's nice.
It would have been, if it were darker. However, a very faint outline of the stars in the sky could be seen, hardly shining at all. That was what I wanted to see. Casting my eyes downward, all that was really interesting were all the graves. They were old and dusty, most covered in cobwebs while others were just... boring stone. The bench was nothing interesting. Scattered on the ground in various areas were flowers for the dead.
How nice.
They're just flowers. Besides, dead people aren't alive. Like it matters.
Gosh, stop being so rude! They're being respectful.
Respect for the dead. Yeah right. Scoffing to Reed, I finally turned my attention to this girl. “Dead. I assume yours is to since you're here?”
Lyot! You don't know that, maybe her dad's dead. Or grandparents.
Doubtful.
Well you don't have to be so nonchalant about it. What if her family member died recently? She might be sensitive to that stuff.
So?
Water works.
Oh.
c o u n t! two-eight-four m u s e! three/ten h e l l o! Lucy n o t e p a d! none
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Post by pandora on Mar 7, 2010 18:04:13 GMT -5
Lucy looked at the sky as well. It was beautiful. It took her a while to register the guy's comment, as she looked at the sundown "It's so beautiful.." she mumbled to herself. She then looked at the guy "No .. I was looking to see if there was ... anyone I know here .. dead" she said and started to shiver as a cold breeze hit them.
Lucy felt the feeling of hopelessness, come crawling back, filling her whole body 'NO !' she screamed inside. 'I can't give in ! I just need to stay focused ! Even if I never find her, I gotta start a life !' she thought to herself. Her eyes got blank and started to sparkle like the stars in the last drops light from the sun.
She looked at the guy "What's your name ? Hasn't your mother ever told you it's rude not to introduce yourself either ?" she asked fighting to keep a smile down. She didn't wanna smile to this guy. She didn't wanna seem friendly .. she didn't even wanna speak to this guy. She missed the silence of no one talking to her and yet ... she felt happy that someone was finally talking to her after a few months.
Lucy recalled the memory of the last time someone talked to her, it was 3 months ago, before she had reached town where her mother was suppose to live. She had just used her last money on a ticket and had jumped on the train. She had sat down in front of a nice looking couple who had spoken so nicely to her.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 7, 2010 18:51:11 GMT -5
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Aww, how unfortunate!
No, that's just plain weird.
No it's not! Obviously she has no family because the fact she doesn't know.
Then her parents are either dead or abandoned her. No use in looking for them after that.
Lyot!
I'm ignoring you now. A frigid breeze came in from the north, sweeping through the cemetery clearing. The trees rocked in the wind while the grass waved in the breeze. My own jet black hair lightly whipped in the wind, but it was short so it didn't bother me too much. Self consciously I put my hand up to my cheek. I think the scars had shown themselves for a moment, but I wasn't sure. I put my hand back down as the wind died, hopefully she hadn't noticed. Too many questions I was unwilling to answer.
“What's your name? Hasn't your mother ever told you it's rude not to introduce yourself either?” I turned my head toward her. I didn't even realize I had looked away. Hm? I frowned. Had she not heard me in the first place? She was dead.
Who?
Your mom.
Lyot!
Seriously, she said, and I repeat. 'Hasn't your mother ever told you it's rude not to introduce yourself either?'
A momentary silence passed by before Reed replied.
Oh...
His voice trailed off in my mind quietly like the whisper of a ghost. I could practically feel his presence receding in my mind. I ignored it. All the while scowling, while I'm sure she saw the expression changes in between while we were bantering to each other, I replied. “I told you, she's dead.” I said no more. Reed didn't remember anything, lucky bastard. It was me, the unlucky copy, who got burdened with the weight of our past. I didn't want to relive any of that, even if I wasn't there, I remember them as if I were.
Nonetheless, I told her. “And the name's Lyot.” Simple. Easy. Besides, it wasn't like I would ever see her again.
c o u n t! three-eight-two m u s e! three/ten h e l l o! Lucy n o t e p a d! none
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Post by pandora on Mar 7, 2010 19:16:57 GMT -5
Lucy saw a hint of a scar but saw the expression on the guys face and didn't mention anything. She heard his comment about is mother being dead and a feeling of sorrow surrounded her. She shook her head shaking the feeling away and looked at the stars that was popping out "Lucy .." she then said after 30 seconds of silence "And I'm sorry about your lost." she said and then she turned her head to face him "I don't know my mom. But 3 years ago .. She send me this letter on my 14'th birthday ... it says that she regrets leaving me at my aunts" she said with a little sarcastic smile on her lip, but in her eyes was signs of a great hope.
She started playing with her hair and bit her underlip "The letter was addressed from this town ... but she apparently moved .." she said. She didn't know why she shared her story with this stranger. But she thought it didn't matter, she would never see him again. "I don't know my dad ... but my moms side of the family's name is Johnsen .. and my last name is Trace .. So I'm just ... looking" She pulled her shoulder as if it was no big deal to her and just something she was doing cause she was board. 'You better not cry Luce !' she thought to herself as she felt the tears pressing on. She managed to hold it down and was proud of herself.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 7, 2010 19:44:57 GMT -5
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“Lucy.”
I blankly nodded my head in acknowledgment after the silence, something I could say I was not used to. When you have a voice in your head all the time, silence is something greatly willed toward, but never achieved.
Oh, so I'm not loved? And why don't you say something back, like, 'Nice to meet you, Lucy!' She looks sad, you should cheer her up!
Hell no, I don't know her nor do I care.
You're horrible.
“And I'm sorry about your lost.” Sorry? For what? I never knew her, Reed doesn't remember. Nothing really matters as long as we can get by without interruptions in our life. God knows we've had enough of them.
She's just saying she's sorry.
I don't care if she's sorry or not, I don't know her and she doesn't know us. Saying sorry to someone in these situations is just habits people pick up, people don't mean them. After this, the silence in my head proved one of two things. I was either right, or Reed was hurt by my words. Whichever one, I told him. I simply do not care.
c o u n t! _-_-_ m u s e! _/ten h e l l o! Lucy n o t e p a d! wip
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