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Post by hani on Mar 7, 2010 16:30:14 GMT -5
Nia wandered silently through the foliage, snapping few twigs as she went. Each breath was deep, savouring the clean, fresh taste. It was always beautiful out here, even when it rained. This had been her fourth consecutive day raking through the woods of the park reserve. It was peaceful, and seldom had she seen anyone else.
Dusk was growing closer, the sun touching each green leaf, the park becoming something different. If she planned to stay out here any later, she had best do so in her bear form. It was a safety thing, really. Better vision, faster speed, more strength. The night would probably fold out like it usually did for Nia: wander around the reserve, chasing rabbits, soaking in the scenery, and then wander somewhere into her gang’s territory for a safe slumber. Most of her days were simple now, not really much of anything, apart from anything gang related, though she hadn’t heard of any news lately. In fact, Nia was growing a bit lonely, though she would struggle to admit that, even to herself. A second passed and she pondered going back to school, interacting with children her own age. She quickly shook the thought from her head. She wasn’t interested, especially in the near future.
She trailed along the small dirt path, her thick, chin length, chocolate hair covering part of her face as she watched the trail ahead. Stuffing her hands into her sweater pocket, she grumbled to herself, disliking how dirty and unkept she had grown. She slowed her pace, settling on a newly fallen log. The small fourteen-year-old sat there, looking tired, and just a bit sad.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 7, 2010 18:34:46 GMT -5
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Fog. Oh, fog was an annoying thing, that it was. It was dense, colorless, and it covered up the senses. It was like those dark nights, with no clouds and the moon is dark, and fog sits heavily upon the ground. The colorless gas would make your eyes misty and blind you, it makes the world seem like a scarier place to be. Like someplace you would not want to be. That's how it felt; that's how it felt to have fog cover up your heart. It was dark and colorless. Damien did not like it. Not at all.
But no, it was not foggy nor was Damien's senses clouded. However, his heart still was shrouded in sadness and sorrow. It was dark just like the night. Well, almost. The sun had just began escaping behind the horizon, casting beautiful hues of oranges, yellows, blues, and purples. The clouds seemed to create a rough texture of some sort, not that he knew. He wasn't an artist.
A sorrowful sigh escaped his pale lips. His hand dropped from his side, left slightly swinging at his side. The still air instantly cooled his warm hand which, before, was held against his chest like a blanket for his heart. His eyes, half closed, blindly looked upward toward the disappearing colors. He watched as the warm hues of yellow, orange, and reds were overtaken by the dark colors of the night; black, black, and more black... with some blue.
Damien's sky blue eyes had lost their warmth, replaced by cold fear and helplessness. He was broken. They were light blue with a dark swath of midnight blue and hardly a tint of white shine. There was no spark, no happiness lit in his eyes. Damien had never had anything to begin with. Sure he had some friends, Shanks... Amber... he closed his eyes from the remembrance. Shanks was like his street buddy. The two talked and hung out all the time. However, Amber. She was different.
She didn't know what it was like, to live on the streets or to have to fight for everything. But she didn't care, she didn't take pity on him like all the others. Maybe there was some connection, that she might have known about pity? Yet, back then, he was so happy. Why was he happy? Shanks could be something Amber was, could he? No... it was more than that.
Damien tilted his head, away from the sky, and hopefully away from his thoughts. From up top, the forest seemed much wider and more open. From here, he could see the small details of the pine needles on the ground up to the clearings around it. He could see over the tall brush below rather than being lost and confused within its confines. It would have been beautiful, yet it was here that Amber... oh, god Amber.
Yet again sighing, Damien shut his eyes against the memories of the past. It wasn't like he could bring them back. Leave the lost and dead behind, Damien. You can't bring back her death back... but there was one thing he can do... could do. Who had killed her anyway? Not an animal. She was too smart for that. But the body.. an animal. It had to be. Was it possible it was all gang related? Maybe. Possibly. Probably. He had to find someone, someone who knew something.
Damien never planned to join any gangs, or even deal with gang business. He didn't care what they did. Most of the people in the city didn't care for him and he didn't care for them. The gangs left him alone as long as he left them alone. However, now. This was definitely business, something had been taken away from him that couldn't be taken back. He finally realized what true depression was. Everything seemed to have been ripped from him, with nothing left. All is lost again, but I'm not giving in.
With this newfound decision in mind, Damien snapped his eyes open. They weren't happy anymore, but they weren't sad. Well, sad, but now he was angry too. Amber hadn't done anything wrong, had she? The two had confided in generally everything before the gangs. It wasn't her gang's fault though, they couldn't be blamed. Yet, they were supposed to protect her, and they didn't. Not hearing the movement below him, Damien made a snap decision and pushed himself up from the trunk to which his head had been laying against. Damn those gangs, he bitterly thought as he swung his legs to dangle above the ground. To hell with the bastard who killed Amber... With teeth gritted, Damien pushed himself over the edge.
ooc; He falls next to her, not on her! |D words; 783
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Post by hani on Mar 7, 2010 19:45:02 GMT -5
Nia leaned her shoulders back slightly, stretching her hands behind herself, in a propping motion. Taking in the scenery she inhaled, her mind blank. Her expression was plain, with a hint of thoughtfulness. The woods were silent, apart from the odd bird twitter, and motionless apart from the light breeze, which waved the leaves. Nia closed her eyes, sliding her head further back, stretching momentarily.
It wasn’t unpleasant for Nia, being out in the woods. It was proving to be a nice change. Less people, less action, less stress. But more boredom. Living in the city as a runaway had its complications. Sure, her gang took care of her for the most part, but there were always every day people, the ones that knew what she was, that knew she didn’t belong. And on more than one occasion she had run into police. Thankfully they never really seemed to come out this far, from Shelpey. Spending time here was just simpler, than in the heart of the city.
She sat, wrapped in thought, completely unready for what came from above.
Her heart erupted in her chest, jumping up as the boy fell beside her. She stood immediately, straightening herself into an alert position, taking a step backwards. Where the hell had he just fallen from? The tree? Had he really been up there, just above her, the entire time she had been sitting there?
Blood hammered through her veins, a slightly defensive tone washing over her. Her hands rose, clenched into loose fists, between herself and the newcomer. Her round hazel eyes showing a hint of anxiety and bewilderment.
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