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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 25, 2014 15:40:28 GMT -8
It had been some time since she trekked this path. All those years had passed and yet nothing had changed but at the same time, everything had. The same trees that guided the path years ago loomed over her even now and yet more trees and undergrowth had ensnared this desolate path since the then.
Farther ahead, the decrepit home that once housed orphans now lay in waste, in ruin, just as it had been left years ago. Nothing had changed, though, as she had last seen it, flames no longer consumed the structure. All was quiet and calm.
Curious feet glided forward towards the home. The grass, still damp from the early morning dew, tickled her feet, making her toes curl. She still preferred the water above all else. But the woman continued towards the house, lifting the edges of her lengthy skirt to avoid damping the soft fabric.
Upon reaching the door way to the house, this curious woman expected to find nothing but ruins inside and charred wood. But, what this woman found when she, perhaps maybe, opened the door was perhaps a small home as if someone had been living here.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 25, 2014 23:18:35 GMT -8
That assumption would be correct. The outside looked the same--all done on purpose, but the inside of the house was rebuilt so that it would work as a home, and it looked exactly like the orphanage use to be, except for all the art. Nearly every single square inch of the walls were covered with all sorts of drawings and paintings, most of them were of nature--birds and trees. Perhaps some music could be heard from where this young woman was. The source of the music would lead to a grand room where different assortment of exercise equipment laid.
One of the machines, a treadmill because Cloudy is so creative, was being used. A young man jogged on the machine. He wore basket ball shorts and sneakers, and his grey shirt had been tossed off and hung on a different piece of equipment. On his back, two scars lined his back from where wings use to sprout. The music blasted behind him, but it was pure instrumental. Right now he had on something more fast-pace to help with his work out.
He breathed heavily on the machine, completely unaware that someone entered his own. It was the last thing he would ever expect. The song ended and another filled the house, one that this girl might find familiar because perhaps she is the one who sang it.
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 30, 2014 4:02:25 GMT -8
The girl had honesty been lost in the sound of her own music, distracting her for a moment until she realized that this strange man had moved himself into the ruins of her old home and the home of other children who had no other place to call home. This upset her; who did he think he was to do such a thing?
She stepped lightly and quietly towards the source of the music, her gaze occasionally darting towards the figure that worked out on the treadmill. When she reached the outlet, the young woman yanked out the cord, perhaps halting the sound of the music. It didn't matter though, she could recite the next notes by heart. "Who are you and what are you doing in this place?" She asked bravely, only since maybe the only sound now was her voice.
(Imsosorryitissosobad...)
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 30, 2014 7:24:24 GMT -8
When the music stopped, Landon supposed it was at the cause of hardware malfunction. And then he heard a voice. The machine almost shoved him off like one of those cartoons. Thankfully, Landon caught himself and put his feet on the sides of the treadmill. He reached up and turned off the machine. Then, he looked up at her. He stared at her, as if trying to figure out exactly what she was.
He couldn't even be frightened or angry. The only emotion the wrote on his face was bewilderment. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Landon felt the bewilderment slide away. He knew his face might have looked indifferent, but shyness clung to his chest. Speaking of his chest. He stepped off the machine and grabbed his shirt. Carefully, he pulled it on and watched the woman across the room with an expression that whispered slight uncertainty. He pressed his lips together and then glanced away. "I live here. What do you want?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 3, 2014 5:33:06 GMT -8
"Damn son, you lookin' fineeee."
Despite this man's stacture and his expressions, Aliyah stood strong, somewhat. There was slight fear that burned in her chest. Maybe this was a bad idea. She physically wavered for a moment, only slightly. "This place used to be my home, as well as the home of other orphaned kids before it burned down," she managed to say. "Why do you think you can move in and live here?" The poor syreni had no idea why she was bothered so much about it. It would have been best to turn around and leave. Let the man do what he wanted. Somewhere else then, she told herself. Not here.
(sorryitsreallybad)
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 3, 2014 8:21:53 GMT -8
(LOL no it is beautiful)
"You lived here?" He asked, almost excitedly. Landon paused and watched her carefully. "I'm sorry," he apologized quietly. "I was an orphan here too." He took a cautious step forward to get a better look at her face, but he didn't want to get too close. There still was a good (?) feet between them, which made it harder for him to get a close look at her face. Maybe it would strike his memory. "My name is Landon, if you remember that at all."
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 3, 2014 17:34:32 GMT -8
Hearing that he used to live there as well calmed her down and she felt herself ease up a bit. "Ah.." A pause as she tried to remember. "Landon? I think I remember.." Maybe, just maybe she did. Maybe, if Cloudy wants, she said something like, "Ah! I remember. Weren't you that kid I pulled from the fire? The kid who kept running back in?" That's only if Cloudy wants because Dina has no idea. She figures she will have more to post when the two start talking more after introductions have been made.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 3, 2014 21:10:28 GMT -8
Suddenly, it seemed like the dawn of day rushed upon him with realization. "That was you?" He now closed the distance, but kept a couple feet from her because he didn't want to scare her away. "I remember now... wasn't it... it was Aliyah?" He looked uncertain, because perhaps that name sounded similar to something else. Landon reached up and scratched the back of his neck. This might seem normal, but it actually was an act of shyness. "And yeah, I was the kid that wanted to save everyone." A hint of a smile lifted his lips. "To be a hero." Who was he kidding? He still wanted to be a hero.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 4, 2014 5:33:38 GMT -8
The hint of the smile on his lips caused a small smile of her own to pull at the edges of her lips. “A hero, huh?” Her smile grew, slightly. “And yeah, my name’s Aliyah.” She paused for a moment, glancing around once more until finding the courage to look back at him. “Oh, sorry, I guess, for breaking into your home but, why do you still live here? Out here all alone?”
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 4, 2014 8:23:09 GMT -8
Out here all alone? He didn't know how to answer that one. Her smile had encouraged him before, but now his smile dropped and left him with his same slightly lonely and sorrowful look. "Oh, well. I guess because..." Landon looked down. "I was on my own for a while, and I guess this is all I really know, so I came back and fixed up the place. I travel out sometimes and take a few jobs to get food, but I guess it's nice here because no one can bother me." He shot her a look that might be teasing. "Well, until now. How about you? Why are you visiting this old place?"
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