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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:59 am
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xxx♥.Clover whimpered softly as she peeked out the window. Ash was still falling. It had been for a few hours and was collecting thickly on the ground. Kendall had gone to the store before it began and hadn't come back. This worried the younger Knox sister. She chewed the skin on her soft lips, turning away from the window to sit on her couch. The TV had crappy quality. The screen shifted, the man on it distorted. His voice faded in and out as he spoke. Just the same news everyone had heard. Being in Montana, they got different news than most people. Telling them to evacuate. The blonde rubbed the back of her neck, picking up her phone and attempting to call her sister one more time. The same message. Too many calls were taking place, so hers wouldn't go through. Maybe her neighbor would know what to do! Because she sure as heck didn't.
xxx♥.Clover grabbed a backpack out of the coat closet, stuffing necessary things in it- including canned and preserved foods and bottles of water. She even grabbed her toothbrush, shampoo and body wash. Who knew what he'd say. Maybe he'd turn her away, and she'd sit at home waiting for Kendall. But probably not. They were strangers. Nonetheless. She wrote a quick note to her elder sister, in case she returned, and looked around her house. At least they had no pets to worry about. Sighing heavily, she pulled her blonde tresses into a tight band at the nape of her neck, ready for the trek. Before she stepped foot out of the house. All creamy skin covered by clothes, except her delicate face, and hood over head, she departed.
xxx♥.Her footsteps were silent, as the ash muffled them. She looked around, grey flecks getting caught in her eyelashes and on her exposed blonde locks. Nobody was out. In fact, their small town looked like a ghost town. Chills traveled up her spine, making her shudder slightly. When she reached the doorway, she was wiping her eyes and having trouble seeing. Clover knocked with a gentle hand. "Hello? Is anyone home? It's Clover, from next door." She chewed her lip, looking around anxiously, as if waiting for a monster to pop out of the ash.
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Through the w i n d and the rain ☂ she stands hard as a STONE,x
In a world that she can't r i s e [ above ],xx
But her d r e a m s give her wingsx and she flies to a PLACE where she's l o v e d,xxx
CONCRETE A n g e lxxxx
A statue stands in a S H A D E D place,xxx
xxAn angel girl with an upturned face,
A name is w r i t t e n on a polished rock,xx
xxxA b ʁ o k ɘ n heart that the world f o r g o txx.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 6:49 pm
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    We were born an original. don't die a copy. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXMichael leaned against his window, his head resting against his forearm as he watched the black ash fall from the sky. It was endless. Very slowly the streets below were being coated in the black dust, and it was only a matter of time before the entire town was covered in it. The brunette pursed his lips, thinking. Where would he go? Exposure to ash was known to harm ones health. Luckily, he was prepared and kept a few nuisance dust masks as well as canned goods stored in his basement. After all, how could one not be prepared when living so close to an active volcano? Michael made his way down to his basement where he collected his duffle bag before coming back up the stairs, unzipping it to ensure that it had all the essentials: canned food, masks, bottled water and comic books. And he did. Perfect.
Michael snapped one of the masks onto his face, collected his brown leather jacket, and was just about to open the door when someone knocked on it. The male immediately recognized the soft voice that he had heard a few times before, and a smile touched his lips as he opened the door for her. However, his smile faded and his eyes widened when he saw that she wasn't protecting herself! "Jesus, why aren't you wearing a mask?!" Michael quickly grabbed her by the arm and forcefully yanked her inside, taking his off to give to her as he slammed the door shut. "Here, please put this on," he uttered in his thick English accent. She may have only been out for merely a minute or so, though he was very panicky when it came to health issues. Hell, he was a panicky person in general. Michael took another out of his bag and slid the thin elastic band around his head, the white mask covering half his face. "My name is Michael, by the way. Michael Wilson." The blue-eyed boy outstretched his hand for her to shake. Michael had only moved in a few weeks prior; he really didn't know anyone in the neighbourhood.
He was a very closed off person, very jittery, very dorky, and not exactly smooth with the ladies. It was just his personality - he had been the same for as long as he could remember. He had opportunities upon opportunities with women, but he almost always scared them away because of his nerdy weird awkward personality. He didn't mind, however. Why would he need a woman when he had video games, comic books, and Star Wars? |
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 8:53 am
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c l o v e r
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xxx♥.Clover looked up, relieved, when the door opened. She returned the boy's smile with her own, but it quickly disappeared when his mouth opened and an anxious voice was uttered. She squeaked in surprise when her arm was grabbed, and she was yanked inside. She did as told, dazed, breathing softly against the material. Once calmed, she looked at him with soft blue-green eyes. "Clover. Clover Knox. And, uhm... thank you." She took his hand, shaking it gently and releasing. Her cheeks lifted in a meek smile below the mask.
xxx♥.She looked at him with curious orbs, reaching up and dusting some of the ash out of her blonde hair and wiping it off her long lashes. He was cute. And the accent made him even more so. She was a quiet, shy person though. She hadn't ever had a boyfriend, as she was quite young, but had always dreamed. Unlike her elder sister, who was physically more developed, Clover was a tiny thing. She stood at barely over five feet, with a small chest and behind. She wasn't much to look at, compared to her red-headed sister. And that had made her a quiet one, always living in Kendall's shadow. It was that time that she realized she'd been staring at Michael. Her cheeks flushed a deep red color, and she swallowed hard, looking away hastily.
xxx♥."So, ahm... I-I wasn't really sure what to do... about all this. And I was hoping you did?" She looked at him, eyes scared and sad. Her stomach rolled. After standing for a moment, the blonde began to feel a little light-headed. She put a hand on the door behind her, steadying herself. However, the feeling remained, and she slid down onto the ground, rubbing her forehead. :S-sorry..." She coughed a few times, having a hard time breathing.
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Through the w i n d and the rain ☂ she stands hard as a STONE,x
In a world that she can't r i s e [ above ],xx
But her d r e a m s give her wingsx and she flies to a PLACE where she's l o v e d,xxx
CONCRETE A n g e lxxxx
A statue stands in a S H A D E D place,xxx
xxAn angel girl with an upturned face,
A name is w r i t t e n on a polished rock,xx
xxxA b ʁ o k ɘ n heart that the world f o r g o txx.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 3:31 pm
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We were born an original. don't die a copy. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXGoodness, Clover was the definition of beauty. Michael wrapped his hand around her small frail one, shaking it gently. "Er... y-you're welcome" he let out, his cheeks lifting and his eyes crinkling a little as he smiled thinly. Quickly, the boy shoved his thumbs into the back pockets of his jeans, mesmerized by the blue-green eyes that stared so intently into his own. Her hair looked so perfect, even with the few specs of ash in it. It was blonde, shiny, not frizzy at all. Michael wondered if her teeth were just as perfect when she smiled - and then he mentally slapped himself in the forehead when he realized how weird it was to wonder something like that.
Michael was definitely something to look at as well, even though he didn't exactly realize it himself. His hair was an almond brown colour that had never been dyed, his teeth were naturally straight and pearly white, he had a pair of glistening pale blue eyes that the girls seemed to love, and he had fairly impressive physique for someone who merely sat around playing video games all day.
The male snapped out of his daze once Clover spoke again who seemed to be putting her faith in him, of all people. "Um.. I-I think the best idea would be to just drive as far away as possible from this place before things get worse.." he suggested, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. There was a frightened sort of look in her eyes as he spoke, and that made him feel all jittery. Suddenly she put a hand on the door behind her, losing her balance. Michael moved quick. "O-oh my god," he stuttered, grabbing her wrist and put a hand on her lower back, hoping to balance her out. The brunette helped eased her down to the floor, kneeling next to her. His eyes twitched between hers as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn't freak out - doing so would only scare her.
Clover was obviously having a hard time breathing, the way she was coughing. "Here, I'll get you some water." Without another moment to spare, Michael stood up quick and ran into his kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cupboard, and filled it up with some ice cold tap water. Within a matter of seconds he was kneeling next to her again. "Drink," he ushered, giving her the glass. After she took a few sips Michael swallowed the lump in his throat, his adam's apple shifting. "I-is that better? Do you have any medication that you need?" For all he knew, she could have asthma and the ash was only making it worse.
OOC || I am so sorry for the wait! I've been on my phone all day! |
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:46 am
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c l o v e r
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xxx♥.Clover attempted to stifle her coughs, but she couldn't. She covered her mouth with her hand, back retching with each forceful cough. She leaned lightly against the brunette until he got up, then she relied on the door behind her. Once she caught her breath, and Michael returned, she sipped the water- not taking large gulps. At his question, she looked at him with hazy eyes. Her head ached a little. "Uhm, I h-had asthma as a kid... It hasn't acted up in years though..." She rubbed her forehead, unzipping her bag and reaching in it. She opened a zip-lock bag that had all sorts of medicines in it, and her inhaler was in there. She sighed in relief, removing it from the bag and taking three brief inhales of the medication.
xxx♥.Her heart fell. Knowing that her asthma was acting up made her extremely upset. Clover knew she was going to be nothing but a burden to this boy. She bit her bottom lip gently, pulling it between her teeth. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking at him. It hadn't even been five minutes, and she'd already caused him trouble. Gently, she placed her hand on his thigh to help her stand- then on his shoulder, and she was standing. "Michael, I'd like to come with you. Uhm... leave... here? If that's okay..." She looked at him, blue-green eyes scared. What if he decided to leave her behind? Kendall had taken their car, and everyone else in town was nowhere to be found. "I promise I won't be a burden to you," she murmured quietly, bowing her head and peering at him through blonde hair.
xxx♥.She fumbled to put her inhaler back in the bag, then put the bag into her backpack. Clover's hands shook slightly, her lip back in between her teeth. She clasped them together behind her back, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
ooc;;// you're fine! i'm sorry i took so long x.x life 'n all
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Through the w i n d and the rain ☂ she stands hard as a STONE,x
In a world that she can't r i s e [ above ],xx
But her d r e a m s give her wingsx and she flies to a PLACE where she's l o v e d,xxx
CONCRETE A n g e lxxxx
A statue stands in a S H A D E D place,xxx
xxAn angel girl with an upturned face,
A name is w r i t t e n on a polished rock,xx
xxxA b ʁ o k ɘ n heart that the world f o r g o txx.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 4:11 pm
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We were born an original. don't die a copy. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"It's the ash," he inferred. Way to state the obvious, he thought to himself. Michael let out a breath of relief upon seeing her retrieve the puffer from her bag. Clover was not causing him any sort of trouble. In fact, in a way he sort of liked being depended on. She put her hand on his thigh, so he put a hand on her back and slowly helped her stand upright. He was afraid that if he let go she would fall right back down; he kept his hand on the small of her back. He could tell that Clover was very nervous. She chewed on her lip constantly and had this look of fear in her eyes. Clover asked him if she could venture on with him, and he was about to answer until she spoke again, this time promising she wouldn't be a burden. "I know you won't. You can come with me." The boy gave Clover a gentle, reassuring smile that would have made his dimples show a little if he wasn't wearing the mask. Realizing that he was still supporting her, Michael retracted his hand and slipped it into the pocket of his black skinny jeans.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but... whereabouts is your family? Don't you have a sister or something?" Michael had noticed the older sister a few times. He couldn't help it - she was tall, had bright red hair, and was hella physically developed. Though, she just wasn't his type. Michael found himself to be physically attracted to shorter girls. Personality-wise, girls who could be shy, yet not shy enough to keep their thoughts to themselves. He liked a girl who wasn't afraid to speak their mind.
OOC || Life is much more important than role playing, I understand :p |
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