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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 10, 2009 21:59:34 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING::
[/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Oddly upon most realization of a local entertainment spot, Nickole responded with a less-then somber response and walked back off into her little corner of solitude. But upon the noticing of a park nearby, she made a pledge to visit it's grassy acre. Recently, Nickole's drawing habits had flourished by themselves in the sunny light of this new suburb she inhabited. But somehow the said park was a scene of interest for herself. It was how upon this somewhat drowsy Saturday, she stood walking down the half-empty paving toting a heavy-looking sketchbook. Folding out papers in spots, with a notoriously messy appearance. Upon her arrival to the public space, she stumbled onto the grass, waltzing lazily to the un-occupied swings set off to the south side. Her eyes fluttered around the brightly coloured equipment, taking note of the lack of actual play. Plucking at the tattered corner of her book, using her pinky to pluck at the tab on the pen she had attached to the top. The silence was only rarely interuppted by a revving car, but it was still refreshing to her arguable homestead area. Humming absentmindedly, she silently flipped through the tattering sketches in her scratchy lines, usually with a more detailed re-do on the other side. While she had drawn more in her early years, she often still found it interesting but still opted more for the openess of a canvas and simplistic paint. Many of these were hidden in her attic, most not to be seen again. But often she had been drawing more, most likely thanks to her lack of time at home after stopping cyber-school. Humming still, she set to folding one of her legs under herself on the plastic swing, pushing off wit hher left. A subtle squeaking ensued, as she fell back and forth with the rhythm of the metal poles above her. Setting herself to the cheap paper set on her lap, she picked up her pen and began to sketch a few lines across the paper, keeping her rocking and humming along with the movements of her hand. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 15, 2009 17:48:52 GMT -5
The slamming of the front door was just enough to drown out the yelling for a split second. By the time the shouts were heard through the brick walls, Etienne had already turned his back and was walking away. When times got rough, that was all he would ever do, turn away. This particular argument had started between himself and his brother, which was not much of a surprise, and escalated itself into a war of the entire household. It seemed to him that these days no one was on his side, though had he taken a second to look back he would have seen his adoptive mother staring gloomily out the window after him. He never felt her sad eyes on his back as she watched after him, never noticed the worry behind her skin as he departed.
Now he walked quickly through the neighborhood, having not the slightest idea where he was going. His mind was focused solely on getting away. He found himself approaching the park and soon saw a familiar face, one he had not seen in a little while. He approached her from behind, grabbing the swing in one hand and gently shoving her off with the other. He laughed slightly before offering her a hand to help her up, saying with a somewhat kind voice, "Oops."
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 16, 2009 17:37:47 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Twitching her head slightly, Nickole jumped as the swing stopped moving. Turning her head, she glanced at Etienne with a somewhat annoyed face, having tripped mostly over her own two feet (clumsy as always), landing on her but in the wood chips. Furrowing her eyebrows, she picked a chip from out of her arm. Tilting her head, she let out an exasperated huff before the (what she thought sounded albeit a little sarcastic) apology wafted to her ears. Rolling her eyes, she tried and failed to keep a small smirk from crossing her facial expression. "Happens all the time?" she said sarcastically, grabbing his hand and starting to pull herself back up. Smirking, she quickly let go about 3/4's of the way up, having learned a good few tricks from her brother, if he had not taken a strong ground, chances were he'd fall once she had let go. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 17, 2009 17:59:19 GMT -5
Etienne let out a slight cry as he fell backwards, landing on his back in the damp grass. He sat up, proping himself up on his elbow and laughing slightly as he said, "Wow, real dick move there." He stared up at her with icey blue eyes, his mind racing with thoughts for the few seconds of silence that pursued. He had found himself growing close to Nickole at an extremely rapid rate. Besides Savannah, she was the only friend he had in this god-damned place. In comparison to his "Sister", however, Nickole was a much better person for him to talk to or just hang around with altogether. They connected on an emotional plane unlike any Etienne had ever felt. He had had friends in the past but none of them could have compared, a sad thought when considering he had known Nickole for only a couple of weeks. As he stared at her, a pit formed in his stomach. Savannah was the one he wanted, Savannah was the one he needed, or so he believed. Suddenly a thought sent his head spiraling, crashing on the edge of reality: Savannah was his sister now, at least for the time being. It didn't matter that they weren't blood related, she was still his sister, they shared the same family. Incest was the right word and it didn't sound all that good to him. With a sigh, he stood up, smirking slightly at Nickole as he said in a brittle voice, "You better fucking run. Run far away... I'll attack."
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 17, 2009 21:19:25 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE It took Nickole a split second of swaying before figuring he was kidding, judging by the smirk he had so copyrighted across his face. Giggling slightly, she sent a smirk back in reply, "You pushed me first!" Defending her (what she thought) well played out plan. She crouched down for a minute, gingerly picking back up her tan colored sketch book, giving up on finding the pencil as she returned to her full height and smiled somewhat snidely. In Chicago from her date of birth, it had taken her much longer to re-create a friendship. Whether it was her quiet ideals or even her somewhat bitchiness with other girls, it remained unknown to her why in the world she had managed to create a friendship on a higher level then her best friend in Chicago had yet to be. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 17, 2009 22:32:47 GMT -5
Etienne shrugged slightly, pushing his black hair behind his ears. He thought for a moment, wondering what he could possibly do to get her back without looking suspicious or getting arrested. The former seemed like the more difficult one to get around, judging by the fact that any man nearly six feet tall and dressed from head to toe in black would be regarded as suspicious by even the most open minded of people. At her smile, though, Etienne pushed all thoughts aside and said, "Well you fought back and waged war..." He stepped back a few steps before charging at her, throwing her over his shoulder as he ran into the grass. [/blockquote]
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 17, 2009 22:48:14 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Kicking up an eyebrow at him as he took steps back, she shrieked slightly as he charged and threw her back over his shoulder.Laughing, she kicked her legs uselessly. Watching the wood chips change to grass, she teasingly squeaked out "War would have a prize!" Kicking her legs again, fruitlessly trying to push her upper body up. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 18, 2009 22:45:09 GMT -5
As soon as she started kicking, Etienne muttered, "Ow! Ooh! Ow!" He ran on for another moment, headed towards the street but only making it halfway before his body succumbed to Nickole's struggles and his legs gave out beneath him. Etienne landed on his back, allowing Nickole to fall on top of his chest to prevent hurting her. He laughed slightly, staring at the sky as he said, "Damn you..." [/blockquote]
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 18, 2009 22:49:25 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Nickole let out a small yelp as he tumbled over, and it took her a second before bursting out with a laugh so common to be heard from her. Rolling back over onto the grass and sitting up, glancing back down at him before back up at the sky where he was staring, keeping her cheery smile on her face. "I didn't think I weighed that- much." She teased, sticking out her tongue in a somewhat competitive manner. Crossing her legs to sit in an indian style pose. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 18, 2009 22:55:45 GMT -5
Etienne shrugged and stared at her for a moment, studying her features. He could draw her, he decided, he could draw the eerie beauty that reflected off of her as the sun shone behind her, casting shadows over her flawless face and causing him to squint. He smiled broadly at her as he quickly reached out and snatched her into his bulky arms, pulling her onto his chest. [/blockquote]
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 18, 2009 23:05:42 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Upon realization of him staring at her, she looked back at him and cocked a curious eyebrow. Often she found herself wondering what he was thinking about, and often she also didn't want to know. She instinctively flinched a bit as he grabbed her, but let out a giggle of a laugh as she was pulled onto his chest. "Now see, you're supposed to tell me I'm as light as a feather now!" She teased, rolling her eyes sarcastically down at him and offering up another somewhat copyrighted happy smirk, feeling almost light headed from the smell of the fresh grown grass beneath her now sinking in. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 18, 2009 23:21:33 GMT -5
"You're as light as a feather..." Etienne told her quietly, giving her a look that could almost pass for a smile. He narrowed his silver blue eyes in an attempt to shade them from the radient beams of sunlight shining down. Slowly, almost as if he didn't intend for her to notice, he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a slight squeeze. Judging by the fact that she had yet to pull away, Etienne was considering this mission as a success, at least for the moment. For the first time since he left the house, he realized that although the sun radiating an intense amount of light, the glacial november air was still nipping at him from all angles. He pulled his long, black sleeves over his hands and whispered to Nickole, "Are you cold?" [/blockquote]
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 19, 2009 6:28:52 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Nickole beamed at him giving in to what she wanted him to say, before noticing his arms wrap back around her. Half expecting to be hurled into the air or some other imaginable thing, she glanced at him almost oddly, tilting her head. Not as a display of annoyance, mind you. But the action kept her shut up for a moment as she casually looked back towards the swing set, pretending to make sure her sketchbook was still there as a rosy flush came to her cheeks. Upon realization of his question, she turned and shrugged, glancing at her jeans and long sleeve shirt of her own. Saying after a moment of pause "Kinda." thinking on how Chicago itself had never been this cold. But technically she supposed she'd never dawned out for long in Chicago, tending to have been more of a homebody back in her homecity. [/center]
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Post by Æschere on Nov 20, 2009 22:11:30 GMT -5
Nodding and sitting up, Etienne pulled off his large, black jacket. As he laid back down, he spread it over both Nickole and himself. He wrapped his arms around her once more and closed his eyes for a moment, staring out into the raging sea of darkness that hid behind his lids, the sea of storming thoughts. He had no idea in what direction to sail anymore, he had no idea in which direction he was already headed. All that he was capable of realizing was that he was now holding an incredibly beautiful girl in his arms while Savannah was at home waiting for him to return. After a moment of silence, Etienne said in a whisper so quiet that the slow gust of wind passing over them could have identified with it, "Better?" [/blockquote]
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Post by JULIETTE on Nov 20, 2009 22:25:12 GMT -5
IN THE MORNING:: [/color] with famine on my lipsI FIRST TO BE IN LOVE, THEN AFTER A WHILE NO MORE THE END HURT ME, NO MORE Feeling the jacket cover her shoulders, followed by Etienne's arms sent a small shiver down her spine in replacement of the heat she actually physically felt. Glancing at the jacket momentarily, she then noticed her opposites apparently deep in thought visage. Breathing in small breaths, she watched the white clouds float up above her head in silence for a minute, trying to avoid the thoughts that raced through her head at an almost record breaking speed. Staring up at the cloudy gray sky, she stayed silent herself for a prolonged period of time (surprising for herself. Slowly realizing the question Etienne has just proposed, she flicked her eyes back to him and nodded meekly. Studying his face curiously, letting a hum occasionaly mumble past her lips almost unconsciously. [/center]
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