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Nov 10, 2007 19:14:03 GMT -5
Post by Ticha Myna Yanu, Aslinn Marr on Nov 10, 2007 19:14:03 GMT -5
Aslinn sat on the park bench, looking around at all the lush forestry. Why was her element the only one that wasn't commonly found? It would be sooooo much easier if she was a Safi... She picked up a couple twigs, and remembering some of her research on making fires, she tried to start a small fire so she could feel comfortable with her element in the surrounding of the others. She wasn't supposed to be out here, but she wanted to. They weren't going to stop her. Finally, the arrangement of twigs, leaves, and other fire starting material which she carried in her bag, caught on fire. Aslinn watched it dance in the wind. It slowly grew as she fed it and put it in the middle of the sidewalk. The campfire sized fire danced in the grounds. Aslinn kneeled by it, wanting to stick her hand into it and feel the searing burn. No longer did she want to run from Intoxicated Death. She wasn't all to sure about being on the move with Romulus' gang either. It was already a hot day, and the fire made it hotter. She was sweating by now, in her long sleeve, black shirt. It matched her hair and eyes, with her skin standing out, it looking as white as snow. She had painted her nails red, and under her black jeans you could see the platform sandals with red toenails. The moto student wanted to burn inside the fire. To just die. She let her head drop on her knees and her hair got singed by the flames. ((Easy target ))
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Nov 10, 2007 19:47:44 GMT -5
Post by Lynaa on Nov 10, 2007 19:47:44 GMT -5
((Too lazy to make a new poost.)) Kiki pranced down the sidewalk, her long hair in a comfortable braid down her back. She wore a white sweater and long jeans with the pattern of a flower on her right pant-leg, and polka-dot flats. She was also wearing a giant smile on her face, like she usually did. She flopped down on the grassiest area of the Grounds with her legs outward and a small strand of hair falling over her face as she put it down to the ground. She swirled her finger gently around over the grass and a little bud appeared, lifting right out of the soil. She made her one finger into her entire fist, and the bud began to grow. Then, she opened her fingers up and the giant bud opened, creating a little beautiful sunflower, reflecting her happiness. She then collapsed backward, putting her hands behind her head and bending one of her legs, planting it firmly on the ground. Nothing could ruin this day!
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Nov 10, 2007 19:52:19 GMT -5
Post by Ticha Myna Yanu, Aslinn Marr on Nov 10, 2007 19:52:19 GMT -5
Aslinn looked up hearing the skipping, shaken out of her meditation by the fire. She looked up at the Aridhi. She obviously is oblivious to everything going on, making little flowers and butterflies. She hated everything now. Every ray of light in from the branches. The only thing she loved now, was the fire. It was all she had, the only thing she could depend on anymore, knowing she could kindle and whisper to it, let it grow in her hands. To tend it like no one ever did for her. The spark would be safe with her, the bright blaze her creation and love.
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