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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:03 pm
      Єℓℓąησѓε Ħąץεs
Half-Dryad  And I use mouthwash
Sometimes I floss
I got a family
And I drink cups of tea≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎listened quietly to Rosie, immediately picking up on her nerves; you didn't have to be an empath to notice that... It became clear to her how little the girl socialized with others, preffering the sanctity of her own room. While that was all well and good, Ella had learned the hard way what happens when you shut yourself off from the outside world and become a snarky, snippy person. Her brother was much the same. He'd gotten better than he was, but his snippiness came out occasionally while dealing with people he didn't know. While it had been effortless for Ella to dance around her brother and bring him out of his shell-how ever a small amount that might be- she had only just met Rosie and much was left up for her to speculate. It seemed like the first thing to do would be to bring her some confidence, which always helped in pulling down that wall of false bravado that the anti-social seemed to possess. " Tha' sounds lyke it would come in handy, Rose. Ya know the emotions o' a person, its eaysey to change um." A small thing, but it was always good to start out small when giving confidence to a person. Too much and they get suspicious, small amount and they change without realizing it. Heck, already Rosie knew not to get snarky with the plant-growing girl. It usually took people a long time to figure that out, Ella put up such a good happy sense. " Eaysey to make someone happy." Ella wondered what her reaction would be to this. The brit smiled to herself; for someone so chaste looking, Ella could be rather calculating. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎I've got nostalgic pavements
I've got familiar faces
I've got a mixed-up memory
And I've got favorite places
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 6:10 pm
bεcausε tonight thε [ w o r ℓ d ] turnεd in ɱε
bεcausε right nowi don't darε to brεathε.
chasε this [ ℓight ] with ɱε
i'ɱ a suspεct i'm a traitor
i'ɱ only hεrε in body, visiting
thε bεauty is in what you ɱakε it
gεt up off your fεεt
"You mean like those ghost-hunting people on TV? The ones with the psychics with them that say something like, Oh, there was a great tragedy in this room. I can feel the residual energy and there are traces of sadness and terror." He mimicked the fruity voices of the Television empaths as best he could. He couldn't really see Rosie being on TV, let alone subjecting herself to a bunch of pseudo-scientists and their search for the afterlife. She seemed much more practical than that.
"It's an interesting gift." He smiled. "Nothing quite as boring as physical enhancement. I suppose you're discovering new things about your gift every day." He remembered the hot plate of food in front of him and the desire that had brought him to the dining hall in the first place. So as not to appear rude he started taking bit by bit rather than what more often than not ended up with him un-coolly shoveling the food in his face. Of all the charming manners he'd learned during his years as an entertainer, table manners had never been high on his list.
c h a s ε T H I S ℓ i g h t
✰love✰love✰
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 1:22 pm
____________________________________________________________{Paint me in color...}
Rosie could take a hint.
Ella was trying to prompt her to do something, to make some effort to do something positive... but Rosie couldn't for the life of her figure out what that could be. But, she was new to all this socializing business, and could forgive herself for this one moment of ignorance.
Rosie turned to Samyule with a gentle smile. It was a bit embarrassing to admit but,
"You're kinda right," she said, trying to find the humor in it all. "Only it really sucks if you have to be in a place like that all the time. It's hard for me to understand just what it is I'm feeling and what's coming in from outside."
There lay the confusion she was so plagued with, and the answer to why she had become such a recluse. It was easier to just be alone and know what was her own, instead of having everyone's feelings pressed onto her. Keeping people away might have left her feeling awful and alone, but at least Rosie was sure that the negativity was her very own.
"You guys are really the only ones I've talked to about this and who haven't thought I was crazy... at least I'm hoping not."
Rosie gave a little laugh before taking a sip of her drink. She could actually be quite pretty and charming when she learned to relax, and slowly but surely, she was indeed letting go o things the longer she sat with Yule and Ella.
{No more scales of gray for me...}
__________________________Яѳsąℓiη
{This Beat - First Train Home}
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 9:31 pm
bεcausε tonight thε [ w o r ℓ d ] turnεd in ɱε
bεcausε right nowi don't darε to brεathε.
chasε this [ ℓight ] with ɱε
i'ɱ a suspεct i'm a traitor
i'ɱ only hεrε in body, visiting
thε bεauty is in what you ɱakε it
gεt up off your fεεt
He snorted. "You're not the first person I've met who says that they've been treated like a freak for their powers. I was lucky in that mine can be hidden amongst natural ability, but yours...there's no hiding something like that, or like Ella's." He remembered the times that he would jump off things, twist in the air and find his feet again like a cat. People were amazed, but they thought he had trained for years to get that way. That's why they signed him to the circus so early. But he could only imagine what kind of small Hells Rosie and Ella must have gone through while discovering their powers.
He shook his head, looking slightly disgusted. "I can't believe that even in this modern world, people still harbor hatred for different people." However, as he said it he heard a small voice tell him that he was being a hypocrite. How had he reacted when he met Colin and Ella? The British made him cringe, made him want to turn around and walk away, but he had to master those instincts in order to actually have a conversation with them. Oh yes, he was a big hypocrite, but persecuting someone for powers which could help humanity wasn't the same as being wary of someone's race was it? He didn't think so. It wasn't as if he disliked either of the British kids now that he knew them. It's just that he didn't feel altogether comfortable yet.
He sighed. His mind was digging a bigger hole for him. Time to push it away, though. Time to cover it over and wait until those sunset runs around campus where he would sweat out all the doubt and all of the hypocrisy and where he would just be a guy running for all he's worth. Those hours when the sun was setting were the best time to loose oneself in exercise. After that, there was only the sweet oblivion of sleep.
c h a s ε T H I S ℓ i g h t
✰love✰love✰
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:29 pm
Єℓℓąησѓε Ħąץεs
Half-Dryad And I use mouthwash
Sometimes I floss
I got a family
And I drink cups of tea≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Ella chuckled softly; did he really say that he couldn't believe people would hold prejudice against them, or was he just saying it to say it? She couldn't tell, but this boy didn't seem so naive to her. She had already picked up on his game; she had encountered many males that liked to play their way into the hearts of women in such a way, but she doubted that Yule was doing it with any bad intent. He seemed merely just a social creature, like herself. "Eh, is' jus' their way. We can't change ourselves, so we migh' as well change 'ow they see us, eh?" Not that that had done her much in the past. Ella was careful to hide her gifts from other people, and even when others found out, it turned out ok because they were just thought crazy or playing a prank. No body could force plants to grow, right? However, all that had changed with Groves call for specially gifted children, and now it was out that they really existed. It was nice to find a place that would nurture her gifts and the gifts of all the kids attending, but what was this place but a gilded cage? The outside world was afraid of them, so they had little choice but to remain here for the time being. Still, Ella would hope that one day the human race could learn to not be so stupid. " They're jus'...afraid 'o thins they dun understand. It's their way." She siphoned off the rest of her tea with a sense of poise. " So..when did you two ge' yur gifts? Did you always ave um or..wha? I grew up wiv um; could make things grow befo' I coul' talk." That was always fun. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎I've got nostalgic pavements
I've got familiar faces
I've got a mixed-up memory
And I've got favorite places
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:29 pm
____________________________________________________________{Paint me in color...}
When had it all really started?
Rosie had to think back. Her whole life had been spent being rather sensitive to things and people, but it had always been dismissed as her just being naturally emotional. Things hadn't really started to pick up until,
"Middle school. Really took off in high school, though."
Ah, the memories. Mom's keys would be on the table for all to see, and in a golden moment when all eyes were away from them, they'd disappear, only to be found hiding in a vase somewhere on the second floor. There had been moments where people's inner voices would sound as clear to her as when they were actually speaking, which led to many hot-blooded arguments when she didn't realize the difference. The worst part about all the haphazard, psychic-like gifts was how Rosie couldn't control any of it, even now.
She couldn't control it any more than how she could control how her parents saw her, especially her father. When Ella had made her comment, Rosie could accept it enough, but with all her provoked thoughts, she had to hide an exasperated scoff. It wasn't that easy. Who were they kidding, trying to get a world of struggling people to accept that their fairy tales were real?
{No more scales of gray for me...}
__________________________Яѳsąℓiη
{This Beat - First Train Home}
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 7:03 pm
bεcausε tonight thε [ w o r ℓ d ] turnεd in ɱε
bεcausε right nowi don't darε to brεathε.
chasε this [ ℓight ] with ɱε
i'ɱ a suspεct i'm a traitor
i'ɱ only hεrε in body, visiting
thε bεauty is in what you ɱakε it
gεt up off your fεεt
Trains filled his memories. Trains to and from New Delhi. Trains all around India. Trains loaded with legitimate passengers, and those poor urchin children like him leaping from car to car. He'd seen ten little boys die on the tracks before he'd reached puberty. He could remember their screams and wide fear-white eyes as they fell. The roar of the train covered the crushing sound of a human body under tons of steel, but the atmosphere of defeat and astonishment would still run through every small heart clinging to the side of the metal behemoth.
He remembered being the one who could jump the farthest without being hurt, being the one who could climb the quickest and who could most easily extend his arm and help someone else climb up if they were struggling. He remembered not being afraid of falling, of knowing every second which way was up and which way was down and which way meant death.
"I think I've been a lot more coordinated than a lot of the other boys even when I was a child...but like Rosie I don't think I really knew something was different about my abilities until I got older. I...." Should he admit he'd never been to middle or high school? That all he'd learned after primary school had been taught to him outside of schools? He doubted that would make a difference. He was no scholar, but he could read and write and that was good enough. In his poverty, he'd been unable to attend the schools because he couldn't afford uniforms. Anyway, for street urchins it hardly mattered if they were educated as long as they could survive. He learned everything he needed to know jumping the trains. "I suppose it would have been around middle school and high school age. I can't say for sure."
c h a s ε T H I S ℓ i g h t
✰love✰love✰
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:36 pm
Єℓℓąησѓε Ħąץεs
Half-Dryad And I use mouthwash
Sometimes I floss
I got a family
And I drink cups of tea≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Ella looked down at her empty tea cup, turning it a bit to swirl the dregs of sienna-colored liquid with a pensive expression. She had always, always, always been closely connected to nature; she knew when a storm was coming, she felt the changes of the seasons as if they were happening to her as well. She instinctively knew the name and properties of a plant by it's scent or it's taste and she held a natural gift for alchemy. Most, if not all, of her families sicknesses and ailments had been cured by her magically growing the herbs and blending them together with a dash of her own magical ability. Her brother had caught a terrible cold when they were 14, which had evolved into a high-grade fever that even anti-biotics couldn't do anything about. Ella had stayed up all night, searching through her knowledge and connected with the earth to grow everything she needed to heal him. She was up until 6, mixing and mashing and powdering and adding her love for him into the elixir. A day after managing to have him drink a spoonful, Colin was back on his feet again, no problem. He hadn't gotten sick since. "Four. That's when things really kicked in for me. I remember the look on my fathers face-he was completely horrified." She gave a sharp chuckle before launching into a short story. " My dad and I lived in the suburbs, in the little house with a huge garden outside that I liked to play in. He took me outside one day, and I remember thinking that while everything was gorgeous anyway, blanketed in snow, that it would be nicer if everything was alive and.." She turned her eyes back to her teacup again and her smile took on a slightly bitter air. " It was. So there I am, a little four year old, everything popping up to life around me like it was the middle of Spring! He was completely freaked out, of course, but I guess it was lucky that I had such an understanding father, else he probably woulda tossed me out or something." Indeed, she was very lucky. " Still, it's not as if any of our gifts are easy to hide. Me making things flourish, Yule here being fancy-in a good way of course, lad, don't take it the wrong way-, the lovely Rose being wonderfully psychic, and my brother.." She looked thoughtful again before taking on a bustling tone. "Well, my brothers a weirdy, no doubt about that. Still, I was rather suprised that a place like this existed, and that there would be so many people- other humans anyway- that could do interesting stuff as well. Just one of those things you feel 'alone in the world' about, I guess." It was probably clear to the others by now that she was a talker. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎I've got nostalgic pavements
I've got familiar faces
I've got a mixed-up memory
And I've got favorite places((F that accent writing. XD ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:04 pm
____________________________________________________________{Paint me in color...}
Wonderfully psychic...
Rosie replayed the words in her mind, making sure to mimic the same voice and feeling behind them. It felt nice, having that sentiment placed in her thoughts, and knowing that this strange turbulence in her was something she shouldn't fight against.
"Wonderfully... psychic," she said aloud. And the strangest thing happened it seemed, all over again: Rosie began to laugh.
But as soon as she began, she immediately pulled herself in check. They'd think she was nuts, just bursting out like that.
"Sorry," Rosie said through the last of her giggles. "It's just... no one's ever said that about all the craziness I can do. I mean, your dad was alright with it. My parents? They got freaked out and stayed freaked out."
But it seemed not even those terrible memories could suppress that feeling of effervescence she got just from hearing someone tell her something nice about her abilities. It even gave her the bravery to speak a bit more on it all.
"Mom got weird and distant and my dad was awful. We've been fighting for the past few years because he thinks I'm some cheating demon."
{No more scales of gray for me...}
__________________________Яѳsąℓiη
{This Beat - First Train Home}
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 8:45 pm
bεcausε tonight thε [ w o r ℓ d ] turnεd in ɱε
bεcausε right nowi don't darε to brεathε.
chasε this [ ℓight ] with ɱε
i'ɱ a suspεct i'm a traitor
i'ɱ only hεrε in body, visiting
thε bεauty is in what you ɱakε it
gεt up off your fεεt
Samyule nodded. "It can't be easy having someone who doesn't understand what you can do. I guess I'm lucky I grew up the way I did, not really being that attached to people. I think if more people had known, I'd either be taken as an incarnation of a god or something, or be ostracized as a demon, like you. Tolerance...tolerance is the one true gift someone can give." He wondered how much tolerance had led his parents to be so infatuated with the people they served, though. People who disrespected his parents' beliefs, and even their personal rights just so they could live in comfort. All the while his parents and the other people of the area tolerated the treatment.
He shrugged off the feelings rising in him again. That was the old days. He'd outgrown that during his time with the cirque. He needed to let go.
"Let's...move on from here, hm? Anybody got any other strange things to talk about? I remember being told that we are all descendants of some kind of...magic people from the Other Realms. Who're your crazy distant relatives?"
He wondered if he was opening a can of worms by asking this question. He wasn't sure who his ancestors were...of course there was what the Old Woman on the road had said to him while reading his fortune, but who knew how reliable that would be.
c h a s ε T H I S ℓ i g h t
✰love✰love✰
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:12 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:08 pm
____________________________________________________________{Paint me in color...}
That, to her, was all mystery.
Rosie had never been told what exactly ran through her blood. To even try and figure out what was happening to her became taboo in her family, and no outside sources could have possibly helped where they refused to. Rosie didn't know who she was on the most basic level of genetics. She would look in the mirror to see her own face, all the while wondering how she could step through that looking glass and somehow into her own self. But that was always silly, she thought. She was her self, wasn't she? She was in her own skin, but with no answers.
"I wouldn't know,' she said rather quietly. Damn, she thought with some venom. Apprehensive one moment, then happy, then quiet. Now that she was able to concentrate on her own feelings, she was seeing how she couldn't keep them straight. Maybe, she reasoned, she needed to find counseling with someone on campus. Annabelle Souris seemed like a very understanding person, and a part of her heart told her to go there when she had the chance to talk. The elf's promise echoed in the back of her mind and bounced around her heart: If you need anything, she had said with a gentleness in her eyes that caught Rosie off-guard, Please don't hesitate to come back and ask.
Anna understood her very well, and that was something Rosie somehow knew.
Yeah, Rosie whispered inwardly. I need help.
{No more scales of gray for me...}
__________________________Яѳsąℓiη
{This Beat - First Train Home}
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:09 pm
bεcausε tonight thε [ w o r ℓ d ] turnεd in ɱε
bεcausε right nowi don't darε to brεathε.
chasε this [ ℓight ] with ɱε
i'ɱ a suspεct i'm a traitor
i'ɱ only hεrε in body, visiting
thε bεauty is in what you ɱakε it
gεt up off your fεεt
He had to think for a minute. Would it seem crazy if he told them that all he knew about his ancestry came from a fortune teller he'd come across on an India road? Would it sound even crazier if he told them that he'd run away from home and joined the circus with her because of what she'd said? He was certain that he'd be considered one of those freaky people. That wasn't good for his image. The wild warrior tribe his ancestors came from on the other side of the Realms....that was a story fit for someone like him. Tough, strong, independent and hearty...yeah...
His imagination ran wild with him and he felt his spirit on horseback riding quickly across a dry plain. His hair was long and flowed behind him, tied in an unruly pony-tail. His arms were covered in tattoos significant to his people, and he could hear the thunder of hooves behind him as the rest of his tribe followed closely behind. He paused his run. In one hand he held the reigns of the horse, in the other a long spear tipped with a shining obsidian point. When he turned his head, the eyes in his mind's vision were not his own. They belonged to his long-imagined ancestor. The man nodded in recognition, and whipped the horse around to a new heading, kicking it into a full gallop.
He shook himself of the vision and laughed stupidly. "Ah well. I guess we all have freak blood in us, don't we?" He casually tossed a piece of paper trash over to Rosie, hitting her square in the middle of her forehead. "Haha, ten points." He smiled indulgently at his power's ability to ensure his accuracy. c h a s ε T H I S ℓ i g h t
✰love✰love✰
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:15 pm
____________________________________________________________{Paint me in color...}
Freak?
How dare he be making jokes about their blood? Their suffering was all because of it, and she was trying so damn hard to make things better. Hadn't she been wonderful throughout most of their conversation? Hadn't she been laughing?
In her mind, Rosie spat for him to shut the hell up, that he didn't know anything about being a freak. He couldn't, not when he could so freely joke about it and smile all the time. But even her common sense broke through that angry haze and said that sometimes people joke about what makes them uncomfortable so that they can be alright with it. Sometimes flicking a paper ball right at someone's forehead is just another way to connect.
Rosie's mouth opened for a spiteful retort regardless, her fist clenched, and with that small motion came a rather prominent cracking noise in front of her.
It sent a shock wave right through her heart because she already knew without looking what she had done.
Rosie looked down in front of her to see a large chunk of her glass fall away from itself to meet the table with a dull 'tink.'
She'd broken it. She hadn't even meant to have it shatter, but another piece fell and another, until only the bottom lay intact with jagged edges reaching up towards her face. All the rest had fallen in neat pieces to the sides.
"Sorry," Rosie breathed. "Sorry..."
And without any more apologies or words, Rosie grabbed her bag and fled from the table.
She was so frightened of herself that she wished she could fly away in an entirely different sense, but all she could do was run off to find some safe place on campus where there was no glass and no people to break.
{No more scales of gray for me...}
__________________________Яѳsąℓiη
{This Beat - First Train Home}
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