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In your head ~ Memories 2 |
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The large wooden door slammed. Sixteen souls jumping in unison, then a slight sigh of relief. The black shadow passing into the room and taking a seat, a half goofy look on her face. As her eyes laughed at the others. That door hasn't been used for years...figures. One shook their head, brown falling over there yellow eyes. A man's voice arouse from his mouth.
"Couldn't you find a quieter way of getting In I'm sure...”
But he was interrupted soon with her own own voice. Fitting well her cryptic nature.
“I see, I know have to do impressive things to get your approval? How kind and fitting, and you were the nice one of the group..." She went off sarcastically, easing back into the wooden chair to survey her surroundings. One leg resting on the ground.
All were there, well of the original group, all others were married, having kids or waiting on one. She felt a little odded out, but no problem for her, she lived to be alone. But this time no stress of the spouses of her other friends. It was used loosely, never quite fitting in, but not alien from the group. The others again looked at her, a little annoyed, but any action pushed back by her rank of friend. They weren't free to live their lives as they wanted, and this was their one stumbling block. The rowdy, rude and unmistakably untamable girl before them. But an air of question and tense soon came after a small conversation.
“So Scav, Found any luck? A boy friend? Significant other?"
The black and blued haired girl's attention snapped back to the questioner, the room went deathly still and quiet, this was the question they were looking for. A shake from her head was all that came. The other Sevens heads looking down. Disappointed yet again.
“You know we, well, we don't want to have to travel so much anymore.....And you, you are doing anything about it..."
Scav's eyes narrowed. They wouldn't understand.
“You know, I'm just, well I like being alone. And I deem them to make the first move, not me."
She stated with a bit of pride. The group sighed again.
"I want to go home to my Daughter Scav,...I want to stay home."
Scav's look turned depressed this time, Cloudy eyes lowering. As she hut her eyes, red smearing across them, in memory. Pain and sorrow. She gripped tighter to her trench coat. But the conversation moved on, soon dismissed the only thing on her mind their want of late. Slipping out, not using the door this time, she was gone again.
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Scav, time later, it didn't mean anything to her. Crashing through trees, trying to adventure she choose her normal century of we she started life as a wanderer. Grey eyes looking up into he tree, as she thought she felt another presence, but mind lost she went on. Glancing at the book kept in her hand, worn, old, and over medium size. She glanced to the side again. This time tripping over a high branch that seemed to rise out of the ground. Tumbling down the hill uncontrollably. She lost her book, looking to the location she panicked in the mad tumble reaching for it, but ground disappeared a falling sensation, then warmth. Personly, warmth. She looked up eyes seething. She kicked once, trying to flip out of reach accomplishing this, she felt the free fall then saw her prize, the book. Reaching out she managed to move a little. But she didn't watch the rising ledge. Head smacking painfully against the edge.
Bloogerstien · Fri Mar 14, 2008 @ 11:23pm · 0 Comments |
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