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Post by farren on Feb 6, 2009 19:05:25 GMT -5
Farren Wolfram walked around, surrounded by large towers of crushed cars and other trash. She looked at the broken windshields strewn about the dirt ground. Wolfram turned around the corner before she saw a glint of light in the fading sunset. She pivoted, and began heading over to an old red mustang. She poked her head inside the broken window frame. At first there was nothing,then, inside the large black hole that used to be filled up by a cd player, was a shiny necklace. Wolfram pulled it out, the silver chain was in good condition, and at the end dangled a pendant. It was also silver, but in the middle lay a blue mood stone surrounded by silver leaves.
Without hesistation, Farren Wolfram put the necklace on and began heading off in her past intended direction.
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Post by flames on Feb 7, 2009 0:24:30 GMT -5
"It's not good to steal you know?" A slight mocking voice sounded from somewhere to the girl's left. "Especially around here. Could end you in a lot of trouble...."
Flalmes were pretending to be climbing some mountains, since either way it was dangerous...but she liked the view. That is, if you pushed aside all the rust, metal, scraps, and what ever else your mind can think off...Not too thrilling. But, it can provide some curious inspiration for her art projects.
Currently, Flames, was sitting somewhere closer to the top of one of the mounds of junk on top of some blue smashed up car. Her art album resting on her lap as she was looking down at the woman passing down bellow.
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Post by farren on Feb 7, 2009 15:39:43 GMT -5
Wolfram turned around slowly a fierce glare on her face. She looked up at the girl sitting on one of the mountainous piles. Wolfram touched the necklace, feeling part of the chain was rusted.
"And I suppose you know who this belongs to? Here's the thing...I think that if anyone wanted or owned this necklace it would not be in a junkyard. If anyone owned it, well...they must not be good owners at all to let such a beautiful thing out of their sight." Wolfram kept her tone even, displaying no aggression, anger, or tease as she spoke. She cocked her head to the side, placing her hands in her jacket pockets.
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Post by flames on Feb 10, 2009 15:04:54 GMT -5
Flames rolled her eyes, before glancing down at the other chick. True enough, she was indeed bored out of her mind, and her muse seemed to fly away some time back as she watched the sunset...The muse always seemed to do that for some God only, no, Devil only known reason...
"You know...Just because something is somewhere, doesn't mean the owner is careless, or not good, it just so happened to be in a place away from the one to whom it belongs to..." Flames pointed out in a slightly dreamy voice, waving her hand in the air to add the emphasis.
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Post by farren on Feb 10, 2009 19:39:22 GMT -5
Wolfram smirked, before dangling the necklace from her tightly closed fist. She watched it spin around, glinting in the fading light.
"Hmph, not that I don't care about your opinion, I just don't see people lining up for this piece of jewelry." What was a piece of jewelry to her anyway? Farren flung the necklace behind her an annoyed look on her face. Her eyes were quinting, lips curled up into a crooked half-smile. Now no one would find the necklace unless they went diving in the large pile of garbage behind her.
"Is there any reason why you are talking to me?" Wolfram had lost all of her patience as well as her interest in the matter. She simply didn't care about it anymore, she had no time for long term scenarios, everything she did was quick.
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Post by flames on Feb 12, 2009 14:44:06 GMT -5
She shrugged, and jumping down, almost slithering down the mound and landing softly on the ground. So tipical of people... You catch them on the spot..you ask a question or two, and they get ticked right off the bat... Then again, she was not much better off in that sence... Concidering her temper could flame up at a moment's notice...
"Yes. I'm bored... But, despite of what you said...seems like you infact do care..." Flames said, waving her hand in the diraction where the thing flew to. Her tone was rather flat, with tones of teasing weaved in to it.
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Post by farren on Feb 13, 2009 0:56:02 GMT -5
Farren watched as the girl approached her. She glared as the girl spoke. She didn't like the teasing tone she heard. Her body tensed, she didn't look in the direction of the necklace.
"No, I don't care about it." Case closed. Farren Wolfram watched the girl closely. She zipped up her leather jacket before brushing a speck of dirt off her sleeve. She wasn't sure what to do next. She stepped back, creating a greater distance between eachother. Farren sighed quietly, before looking up at the darkening sky.
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Post by flames on Feb 14, 2009 0:46:05 GMT -5
(LoL, welcome!)
As soon as she heard the voice, Flame's eyes flickered to the approaching figure. This, to be said lightly, was less to her liking then amusing herself, with a pointless, conversation that might relive her of her anger that was building up inside... Alas, it seemed to have been just uprooted by the intrusion. Her eyes quickly ran over the figure. Familier... oddly familier.... Assasin... Second... Her memorie echoed as if to help recognize him... nothing special.
Flames smirked slightly, her sly smile directed at him. "Who said that we are nice? But, no harm comes from a small friendly talk between two people, now does it?' She disliked when someone intruded, it always seemed to cause her temper to flare... Her hands tightened around the sketchbook she was holding, as she fallowed his movements with her eyes.... suddenly she felt rather... short...
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Post by farren on Feb 14, 2009 3:42:47 GMT -5
Wolfram ground her teeth, her fists clenching and unclenching in time. Her form was straight and alert. She wasn't sure what to make of the interuption, but all she knew was that they weren't against taking anything small from the junkyard. Well...there goes that...She thought to herself. Farren Wolfram took a deep breath before looking at the man. She eyed the two people closely, her gaze flickering from one person to the next.
A small, friendly talk? Farren looked at the girl, her eyes narrowed and one eyebrow raised. She slowly crossed her arms, mainly to hide her hands which were pale white from how hard she had been squeezing them. Oh, no, this wasn't a friendly talk, this was more like...an undisirerable encounter for Farren. She wasn't big on being interupted from anything she was currently doing.
"A friendly talk? I am not so sure about that, more or less an encounter between two people who just happened to come across each other." Farren didn't want anyone calling her their friend, she wasn't the type to trust someone, let alone, let anyone into her life so easily.
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Post by flames on Feb 16, 2009 17:38:54 GMT -5
Flames rolled her eyes rather anoyed. Since they were here, they were probably of the assasins as well... The question now was, why were they this dumb? or at least the chick was... As bad as Flame's temper could get, she knew when to smile, when to cuss the person out... The girl's reaction was, compleately out of place... and uncalled for at that.
"Yea...And obviously neither of you have heard of a small word I would like to call sarcasm. Find it in the dictionary, it's amazing the things you can do with it." Her tone, now slightly more evident, took on a rather sarcastic appearence. She wasn't lieing, this wasn't the time nor the place she'd attempt it. Just wasn't worth her time. ...Though now, she was getting a rather anoying pull at the back of her mind, to simply transform and bite him or the chick, or both... Oh, how wonderful would be their dieing calls..."Roscoe, what are you doing here anyways?" She added after a pause.
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