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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:35 pm
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
 Gilton
Gilton shut the door behind him. He waited at the door for a few seconds before locking it. He turned to his bed, walked over and plopped down. He tried to think about what had just happened in his sister's room. Sure, she was talented, but her talent could cost the family majorly. He sat on his bed, knees cross, leaning back on his elbows. He looked out the window and thought for a minute. 'What should I do?' he thought to himself.
He believed Misa was a danger to the family. He had to find out what she did all day in her room. She was up to something. The encounter in her room that happened just minutes ago was a little too strange. His sister's recent words ringing in his head. He couldn't shake them. There may have been some truth to what Misa said, but underneath it all, there was something more. She was hiding something, and he had to find out what.
He got off of his bed and headed downstairs. He noticed the door to his mother's office was slightly cracked. He didn't wan to worry his mother with something like this just yet. No, this was something he had to prove. He wasn't the type to present a false argument. He knocked lightly before walking in. "Hey Mother..." he said approaching her desk. ⊊Mood⊋ ண::Suspicious ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Mother's office, attempting conversation׺°”OOC”°º× My Outfit Sorry about the random new layout. I had to change it. And yea, I think that's a cool idea. It makes sense.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:40 am
 .............................................ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳ˒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶤᶜʰ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ [ᵖᵒᵒʳ]
ᵃᶰ' ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵘˢ ᶤᶰ ʳᶤᵈᵈˡᵉˢ
ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᵉ﹖ ʷʰʸ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ʸᵃ ˢᵉᵉ﹖
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵘˢ ᶤᶰ ʳᶤᵈᵈˡᵉˢ
ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ {ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ} ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤᵈᵈˡᵉ.............................................ஜ۩۞۩ஜ MƛƳƠƦ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ======================================================== At the knock on the door, Ripley laid her pen down gently and looked up, feeling that familiar and welcome flood of warmth when she saw her son walk into the room. She smiled at him, taking off her reading glasses and laying them beside her pen, "Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" Her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke to her children or husband, and truly closer to her natural demeanor than the stern, cold tone she adopted when at a conference, but completely different from the kind tone that could been heard when she was speaking to the people of the District. Ripley knew how to act when, but preferred to be with her children, as any mother would. Unfortunately, that could not always be the case, but it was a nice thought. For a moment, the Mayor examined her son with soft brown eyes, noticing the slight hunch of his shoulders. She knew her son well, and she knew something was bothering him, but she decided not to ask about it. She was big on privacy, and if her kids wanted her to know something, they would tell her. If not, well then she would just never know. It was a simple concept and kept everyone comfortable because no one pried into another's life. Well, not unless they thought something was seriously wrong. Briefly she wondered what Misa was doing, because the girl usually dropped in at least once after school, but today she seemed preoccupied. Once again, Ripley did not worry about it for too long, knowing that the girl would come talk to her if she wanted to. So instead she focused her attention on her son, who she couldn't help but think looked just like his father. He was a good kid, if a little demanding among his peers. Yes, Ripley knew all about that, but she couldn't really find it in herself to berate him over it. He enforced the rules like a little mayor himself, and somehow managed to keep all of his peers in line. If Ripley was going to have a protege out of the two children, then it would be Gilton. Misa would grow up to be a wonderful architect or something, but the girl wasn't cut out to be Mayor. And Ripley was okay with that. After all, one couldn't hardly expect their children to all want to fall into the family business. ========================================================ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ƊƖƧƬƦƖƇƬ Ȣ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ.............................................ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰ' ʰᵉᵃᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰ'˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ
ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᶤᵗ ᶤᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗ˒ ᵃᶰ' ᶜˡᵃᶤᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ
ᶤᶠ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵇᵉ ᵈᶤˢᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ˒ ᵃᶰ' ᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵇᵉ ᶤᵍᶰᵒʳᵉᵈ
ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶰᵉʷ ᵈᶤʳᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ˒ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵃᶠᶠᵒʳᵈ .............................................ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴＳ: He looks troubled, I wonder what's wrong....? ＭＯＯＤ: Relieved.((OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:57 pm
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
Gilton tapped his fingers lightly on his mother's desk as he answered her question. "Oh, my day is going... well." He hesitated with the end of the sentence, but again, he didn't want to bother is mother with something that could be nothing at all. "I've completed my homework for next week." He then walked around the desk to come stand near his mother. He placed his hand on the back of her chair.
Thoughts of Misa still sat in the back of his mind. He imagined her in her room planning some type of revolution. The thought of this sent chills down his spine. He shook the feeling off, but not the thought. "Hey Mom," he began as his eyes fell on the papers on her desk. Though he didn't really pay attention to them, he was too hung up on Misa. "What do you see...when you look at the forest?" It wasn't a typical Gilton question, and she would probably notice that. But he just had to know... ⊊Mood⊋ ண::A bit confused, afraid ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Mother's office, attempting conversation
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 7:13 am
.............................................ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳ˒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶤᶜʰ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ [ᵖᵒᵒʳ]
ᵃᶰ' ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵘˢ ᶤᶰ ʳᶤᵈᵈˡᵉˢ
ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᵉ﹖ ʷʰʸ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ʸᵃ ˢᵉᵉ﹖
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵘˢ ᶤᶰ ʳᶤᵈᵈˡᵉˢ
ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ {ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ} ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤᵈᵈˡᵉ.............................................ஜ۩۞۩ஜ MƛƳƠƦ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ========================================================Ripley watched her son with a raised brow, and expression that was half concerned, half curious. He seemed so distracted, it was quite unlike him. Regardless, she smiled watching as he came to stand behind her chair, a position that he took often, "Well I'm glad. And good work. Getting things done ahead of time is a sure way to be successful." It was one of her many philosophies, just around the same lines as 'If you're not going to do it right, don't do it at all' and 'The faster it gets done, the better. Unless you mess it up'. Ripley had a very low tolerance for mistakes, at least when it came to things that mattered. Usually when her children made mistakes, they didn't bother her so much, unless they got a bad grade on an important test. Then she would give them a stern talking to. Her son's question shocked her a little and she swiveled the chair around to face him, pulling her glasses off briefly in thought. What did she see when she looked at the forest? If she even bothered to look? With a slight hum she glanced out the window for a moment, then back to her son, "Well, I see nature. Maybe not in it's purest form, but nature nonetheless. And I see possible resources for our people. And occasionally food." She set her glasses on her desk and smiled in a bemused way, "Why do you ask?"========================================================ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ƊƖƧƬƦƖƇƬ Ȣ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ.............................................ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰ' ʰᵉᵃᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰ'˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ
ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᶤᵗ ᶤᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗ˒ ᵃᶰ' ᶜˡᵃᶤᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ
ᶤᶠ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵇᵉ ᵈᶤˢᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ˒ ᵃᶰ' ᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵇᵉ ᶤᵍᶰᵒʳᵉᵈ
ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶰᵉʷ ᵈᶤʳᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ˒ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵃᶠᶠᵒʳᵈ .............................................ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴＳ: What an odd question ＭＯＯＤ: Curious.((OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 10:59 am
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
Gilton sighed a little at his mother's answer. He wasn't too sure why. Maybe he pictured his mother to have the same answer as him. Then again, he couldn't imagine his mother afraid of anything. Maybe he expected an answer like his sister's. Then again, his mother was far from his sister. He straightened out his shirt before speaking again.
He moved his hair out of his face, time for a haircut. "It's just... Cherry, she admires the forest. I'm not sure why. I find it very scary-" he quickly stopped talking. Had he given away too much information? He bit his lip as he thought about it. Come to think of it... he'd broken a law today. He went into the forest. Even worse; his sister constantly took refuge there. He slowly backed away from his mother, heading back to he other side of her desk.
"J-just forget about it though" He hoped she didn't notice him stutter. Gilton was the type to stutter anytime he knew he'd done something wrong. What was worse this time, he had no intentions on telling his mother. This was something he had to fix alone. He was now on a mission, to correct himself and his sister. "I-I... I have to go... homework..." ⊊Mood⊋ ண::A bit confused, afraid ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Mother's office, attempting conversation
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:20 pm
─♡──ＭＩＳＡ ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴＥ──♡─ ─☁──διsтяιcт єιɢнт──☁─ As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall ════════════════════════════════════════════  Still up in her room, in her little hide-away-cubby, Misa had fallen asleep. Quite comfortably too. She'd set her journal to the side and laid down on her own. Curling up on the pillow with Henna clutched to her chest. For once she wasn't dreaming. She was just sleeping in a comfortable warm. Of course she'd turned the light off, didn't want to catch on fire. It felt like she was laying in fur. Not a fuzzy feeling. But the warmth of it all. Like she was laying in a lion's mane or a tiger's pelt. She could almost feel the breathing.
Misa didn't know what woke her. Or why. But when she did she woke with a jerk. Hitting her head with a hard thud on the wood behind her. Causing her to yelp. Only loud enough to be heard if the house was silent. Sitting up and clutching the back of her head in pain. Confusion on her face when she didn't realize where she was at first. Then when her eyes started to adjust and the heat in her head turned to throbbing, she remembered.
Feeling the wall, she reached over to the latch on the door and turned it open. Pushing she crawled out and blinked at the light. Which did momentarily blind her which was probably why she ended up falling out instead of crawling. Once she had pulled her foot out and lightly kicked the door shut, she pulled on the little string hanging out the door, locking it.
Making her way out of her room, she started relaxing again. Taking on her normal curious happy and cheerful personality. Though she continued to clutch her head in pain. As she made her way back downstairs, she went the other wait around the stairs. Not passing her mother's office. Not on purpose. Just did.
When she walked into the kitchen she reached up to the freezer and pulled it open. The chill flooded over her, as if gas ice were caressing her skin. Strangely refreshing. Remembering she probably needed something to hold the ice in, she reluctantly closed the freezer and stepped over to get a plastic zipper bag. After half filling it with ice, she held it against the growing bump and walked back out of the kitchen, this time out to the living room. ════════════════════════════════════════════ And every tear's a waterfall In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:54 am
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
As Gilton was leaving his mother's office, praying that she wouldn't call him back in he saw his sister going through the living room back upstairs. She must have came down through the kitchen, or he would have heard her. Why sneak down? And why not sneak back up? He made up his mind in this instant. He was going to figure out what went on in this girl's head, and he was going to stop it from happening. He glanced back at his mother's office before turning his fill attention on Misa.
He noticed the ice back she had with her. Did she get hurt? What was she doing? How could anyone get hurt drawing? She was do more than that and he was going to find out what. He followed behind her and didn't say anything. He didn't plan on saying anything. He would just follow behind her as if nothing was the matter. ⊊Mood⊋ ண::A bit confused, afraid ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Mother's office, attempting conversation
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:45 pm
─♡──ＭＩＳＡ ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴＥ──♡─ ─☁──διsтяιcт єιɢнт──☁─ As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall ════════════════════════════════════════════ As she walked up the stairs, the ice on Misa's head numbed both her bump and her hand. It felt all tingly and weird, almost a little tickle. Plus the fact her hands had lose a bit of circulation. She smiled and lifted her hand to put it over her mouth. An attempt at not laughing. Unfortunately she also misplaced her footing and just managed to trip herself. Her hand left her head while the other grabbed for the railing. Her legs slid back down a bit but as her hands clutched the railing, she started giggling. It was funny to her, how clumsy she was.
Misa pulled herself back to her feet and grabbed the pack of ice again. A few steps down, she noticed Gil walking up behind her. Only about ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, she would have frowned, gone quiet and turned away. But not now. Now she gave him a genuinely warm smile and waved a little. Then she continued back up the stairs with the ice. When she reached the top of the stairs, she turned into her room but didn't close the door. She was Misa Cherry once again.
She stepped carefully to the sketch of the doves and heart and pulled the weights off the edges. Setting down the ice, she carefully rolled the paper up and set it by the end of her bed. She pulled the books off her lily pad as well but didn't put it away. She was considering hanging it on her wall. But before she made that decision, she wanted to make sure she actually wanted it there. Also she had to ask her mother's permission. It would probably require staples or push pins. A.k.a tiny little holes made by little sharp things.
After putting seven of the eight books away, Misa sat on her bed with the eighth in her lap. Making sure the ice was balanced, she took her hand off her head and shifted. Crossing her legs. Then she opened up the book and started reading. This book was actually one of the few in her room she had yet to read. Which didn't mean too much. It was also a new book. Not newly written. New to her. It was one of the suggested books by her teachers she'd decided to borrow. The grammer and English was terrible but she could tell it was meant to hold a certain dialogue. Or dialect. Or both. Talking of seamen and fights, weapons she needed a dictionary for. The cover had a worn fabric and no title until the actual title page. It was one of those books that had been around for ages. Yet Misa enjoyed it all the same. She was only on like the third or fourth chapter. The boy was riding horseback with a case and his mom for help. Misa could almost picture the scene in her mind.
{ten points to the person who can guess the book} ════════════════════════════════════════════ And every tear's a waterfall In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 9:57 am
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
Gilton watched as his little sister misplaced her steps and slipped a little. He almost lunged up to catch her, but she caught herself in time. He sighed heavily. The image of Misa falling down the steps into him and plunging to the wooden floors below them wasn't a pretty picture in his head. He was sure it wasn't going to look to good to his mother if she could see through the cracked space of her slightly opened door.
He met Misa's eyes when she turned to smile and wave at him. He was prepared to be as nonchalant as possible in waving back, but something caught him off guard. Misa's smile, it was different, yet familiar. It was the smile she'd give to her classmates, or teachers. It was the smile she gave to people whenever their family would go out shopping or something. It was the type of smile she'd give anytime Gilton would try out one of his pathetic jokes, yet she still smiled to be nice. It was her smile. It took him all he could do to lift his hand and wave back. Not ten minutes ago he could remember that unfamiliar twist in Misa's face. The one that cause him to question her loyalty to the Capitol. The twist that had him on this impossible mission to save her from herself.
As he looked at her now, he wondered; 'Is it really her that needs the saving? Or is it me?' Had had wondered what was really going on between them, with them. Was he really looking too far into the situation? he shook his head. "No." he said silently and firmly to himself. There was no way Misa could go from hating the Capitol to loving everything in the world again. it was humanly impossible. She was up to something, Gil was certain of that. He stood on the steps for a bit to asses the situation. "She wants to play this game... fine."
He then trekked up the stairs and trotted into her room as if the fight they had earlier had never happened. He turned on his normal attitude with her. e walked into her room almost as if he was allowed there. And he probably was, if Misa was truly playing the game he knew she was playing. He looked down at the lily drawing on the floor. The doves were put away. 'It would be the drawing that has some sort of secret meaning to it...' he thought. He walked over to her bed and sat on the edge. "Whacha readin'?" He asked in a playful tone. ⊊Mood⊋ ண:suspicious, determined ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Misa's room׺°”OOC”°º× My Outfit LOL, no I probably haven't read it. Unless it's one of the Hunger Games series, but that would sort of be breaking the forth wall here. LOL
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:20 am
─♡──ＭＩＳＡ ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴＥ──♡─ ─☁──διsтяιcт єιɢнт──☁─ As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall ════════════════════════════════════════════ At first Misa didn't respond to Gil. She hardly heard him. And she hadn't heard him walk in at all. She was too absorbed in the book. Though every now and then she had to go back and read over again to get the meaning of a statement or paragraph. At one point, when the captain was fighting another man, she had to read it about three times to fully grasp it. Though she almost didn't want to. Poor man. She didn't think you could live with a stab to the shoulder. Then again, maybe it had been his right shoulder. She did quite like the captain. Even if he drank too much, he sang. And made other people sing. Even if the songs were short and the same, they had a catchy little bounce to them. She almost considered singing them out loud herself.
As she felt the bed sag a bit when Gil sat down, she was drawn from her imagination and reading and looked up. She looked over at him and smiled. "Treasure Island. First time I've read it. The English teacher recommended it." She chuckled a bit. "Glad she did too. It's good. Just a bit confusing." Looking at Gil, she almost relaxed a bit more. But it wasn't really noticeable. The incident from earlier was still in her mind but it was fuzzy, like a dream you couldn't quite grasp. Misa remembered they'd fought. But that was about it. It was one of those times. Forgive and Forget. The look in Gil's eyes and his voice made her think that he'd let it go. Even though common sense told her other wise.
It was rude to ignore someone while they sat next to you. So instead of going back to her reading, she just looked forward. Her finger marking the page but the book was still open. It was encase the page flipped over. Her eyes were a bit thoughtful as she looked to the rolled up paper that stuck up past the bed. The doves. She tilted her head slightly before speaking again. "Hey Gil. Do you think the doves would look better in black and white, shaded a bit. Or in color?" She asked with genuine curiosity as to his opinion. When others appreciated her drawings or art, she liked having their opinions. Even if she didn't agree or use them, they were nice to know. Because some times she would get ideas from them later on. {lol nah, thing is i only just started reading treasure island but didnt get to finish before we left the little vacation home. ah well. and if you have any ideas as to how to play out her bipolar, let me know, cause i have no idea} ════════════════════════════════════════════ And every tear's a waterfall In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 11:45 am
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
Gilton nodded thoughtfully at the name of the book she was reading. He had remembered doing a book report on it, but vaguely remembered the book itself. He did remember that the book was not one of his favorites. If he could find any way to describe it, it would be trite. It didn't really stick out to him too much. He smiled though, at the thought of his sister reading for fun.
He chuckled a bit and smiled, for once today, a genuine smile. "Yea, it can be a bit confusing, but it's okay I guess." He stroked the comforter of her bed before her next question took him a bit by surprise. He looked, carefully, into her eyes. Trying to really get a feel for what types of emotions she was feeling. Her eyes, they played so well with emotions. True curiosity was hiding behind those glistening hazel beads. He tried to match her sincerity, though he couldn't help but try to find an underlying meaning to her question.
He thought for a little bit about different types of colors. He also thought about a plain, yet classical, shaded picture. Of course he could tell her to color the picture and see what types of colors she use. There's so much you could tell about a person just by the colors they wear. But that would be too easy. No. He wouldn't do that. "Just shade it." he said with a shrug. "Leave it simple. You don't want to lose the character of the picture behind a bunch of blinding colors do you?"
This sounded like something he read from an art appreciation book. Honestly he didn't care to much about art, or the "character" of it for that matter. He just remembered reading in an actual art appreciation book for art class that an artist sketches their raw emotions into every picture they did. There was so much you could tell about one artist in his or her shading. What direction is the light hitting them from? What parts of the drawing is more accented by the darker shades?
Gilton intended on finding out so much just by what Misa did with her drawings. ⊊Mood⊋ ண:suspicious, determined ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Misa's room׺°”OOC”°º× My Outfit I think it should be sort of based on the situation. Like her "bad" personality comes about with anything having to do with the Capitol. The "good" is who she is otherwise.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 10:16 pm
─♡──ＭＩＳＡ ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴＥ──♡─ ─☁──διsтяιcт єιɢнт──☁─ As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall ════════════════════════════════════════════ Misa nodded in agreement that it was confusing. Though she could tell her question had confused him, she couldn't quite tell why. She didn't think about it too long though. Instead her mind went to what he said. At first she considered what she said. How right he was. She considered what colors she would have used. Grass green. Orange-yellow. A bit of sky blue. And perhaps a bit of soft baby pink. Not too bright. But Gil did have a point. Then she thought about his point. It almost sounded like he cared about what he was saying. But she could hear the robotic, automatic, factor of it. Like he was repeating from a textbook. Not that she really cared, he was right. So she smiled and nodded.
"You have a good point there." She said. She let the book in her lap close finally. Not seeing any reason to keep it open. For a minute there was silence. It was growing awkward. So Misa spoke up again. "Was there something you needed? You know you can ask if you did. Or if you needed to know something." Then she laughed a bit at herself. "Not that there is much I can tell you. Unless it's about art. You're older and know more. Yet I'm starting to sound like a parent or older sibling." She giggled at the thought.
It was true though. When Misa was deep, she was really deep. She could just be speaking from the heart at times. But other times she sounded beyond her years. Right now was not one of those times. Though everything she'd just said to Gil was honest. She wanted to be there for her brother. She just wished he was there for her when she really needed him. She didn't really hold it against him though. She never spoke up about her feelings. So how was he supposed to know? {That works :3 thank ya} ════════════════════════════════════════════ And every tear's a waterfall In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 11:34 am
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
Gilton was a little thrown off my Misa's words. There were times when she could be very stubborn and other times, like now, she could be pretty understanding. Her tone of voice would often echo her mother's. That familiar concern in the questioning made him shiver a little. It was a bit eerie to see someone like Misa, a possible resistance leader, talk like his mother. It was not comfortable to watch, or rather hear, the two personalities overlap. But Gilton tried no to think too much of it.
He thought about her question for a second, no longer than he had to, before he answered. He scooted closer to his sister and put his head down in order to avoid eye contact. This was not something he did regularly, or at all. He was only doing it here for two reasons; 1. To make himself seem vulnerable, and 2. to gain the upper hand in this game they were playing. He kept his eyes on the now closed book that sat on Misa's bed and began to talk. Leaving the base out of his voice, just in case he came across as unreal.
"Cherry..." he started. He loved to call Misa by her middle name. He normally only did it when things became serious between the two of them. Like earlier today in the woods. He tried his best not to cringe at that thought. "I want to be more like you..." this was a great way to start this off. Gilton was great with words, and this was his chance to use them. "I watch you. I watch you in school, I watch you here at home, I even sometimes watch you when you sneak off to places. You love what you do, no matter what you do. I'm not saying I don't love what I do, because I do. It's just, people like you. They enjoy you, they... they like to be around you. I want that." Gilton didn't realize how true his words were, but it wouldn't take long to hit him. He finally looked into her eyes. Passion, that wasn't too hard to fake, burned in them deeply. "Help me Misa. Show me how you live. I promise," he took her hands in his. "I promise I won't get upset with you like I did earlier. I won't judge you. I will listen, I will try to understand. I just want to see things the way you do. I want to... I want to look at the forest and not be afraid. I want to see the beauty you do. I don't want to fear the Capitol." BAM! It hit him harder than the results of the games about a year ago when District 8's tribute was killed. All the words that ran out of his mouth were true, and that scared him. But he didn't stop. He had a job to do, and he wasn't going to stop until it was completed. "Show me Cherry. Please..." ⊊Mood⊋ ண:suspicious, determined ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Misa's room
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 12:35 am
─♡──ＭＩＳＡ ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴＥ──♡─ ─☁──διsтяιcт єιɢнт──☁─ As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall ════════════════════════════════════════════ Misa's eyes widened in shock and close to awe when Gil lowered his gaze. As well as even his head. A sign of submission. Weakness. Something that wasn't Gil at all. Whatever he had to say must be really important and serious. She couldn't help lean in a bit, not wanting to miss a word. When he spoke the first words, she almost had him repeat. What in the world? Like her? What could have brought that on? Then Gil started to explain. Which only made her further confused. Was Gil feeling alright? Something wasn't right at all. Misa could clearly remember the times Gil was not happy with her behavior or character and didn't bother hiding it. But in all honesty, the curiosity and something close to joy overwhelming her suspition and confusion for now.
When Gil finally met her eyes, she couldn't really hide her shock. It was just too much. The feeling in his eyes, which was a bit questionable. Then when he took her hand, she looked down at them. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the inappropriate humor part, half expected him to propose or something. Then it broke. She could almost feel the air shatter around them as soon as he mentioned the Capitol. Though she showed no signs of it. Just the same amount of shock his statement had brought. Images of death, via the Games or execution. Videos of the fall of District 13 and the war. Then Gil's voice broke through it all. His words changed the spell a little. Everything he just said came back to her, the tone of his voice. The hatred of the Capitol was calmed. Replaced with fight and love for her brother. She would not let him die because of the Capitol.
Misa broke into a genuine smile again and hugged her brother tightly. After a second she let go with a happy little 'hmph' and slid off her bed, setting her book to the side. As she walked over to one of her bookshelves, she hummed. She hummed the first song from her music box, the happy one that made her think of sunrises. The bookshelf in front of her was full of mainly art books or pictures she hoped to draw one day. She pulled out a book titled 'Scenes of Beauty' and walked back to her bed. Misa sat back down next to Gil and flipped open to a page, in the section of "Sunrises." She murmured. Then she looked over at Gil. "What do you think of when you look at this picture, Gil? And be honest. Because if you're not, I won't let you into my world." She teased in a cheerful voice. ════════════════════════════════════════════ And every tear's a waterfall In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:05 am
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Ⓖilton Ⓣrey Ⓔverette
┗━━━━━━━━━┛♀Ɖistrict ⑧♀ "Яuʆes aren'ȶ maȡe ϝor yϕʉr εnȶerȶainmenȶ,
ȶake tɧem sεriϕʉslӌ!"
⊊Nick Name⊋ Gil⊊Age⊋ 14╔═════════════════════════════════════════♘═════════════════════════════════════╗
Gilton
Gilton leaned into his sister when she hugged him. Part of him felt triumphant that she bought what he said. The other part gave in to the warmth of the hug, trying to escape from his own words. Trying not to give into the fact that what he said may have all been true. He let the hug warm and comfort him. He was almost reluctant to let go. But he watched as she stood up and made her way over to the bookshelf. He watched intently as she placed the book in front of him.
He was anxious to see what she had in store. The page she turned to was a scenery page. Knowing Misa, he should have predicted this. He watched her as she told him to interpret the picture. He first thought of making something up, but Misa's words told him otherwise. He looked at the picture intently, the first thing that stood out to him were the colors. Gillton was all about learning the psychology behind things, and the colors of this picture were contradictory to the setting of the picture itself.
"I see something evil trying to be peaceful. The scenery is trying to overcome the true meaning of the picture." He looked at Misa. "The colors Misa, they're very alert. They are a mixture of fear, and death. Mixed in with such a peaceful scene... That's what makes this picture...no, that's what makes anything that isn't the safety of our district frighting. There are always underlying meanings death in everything, everywhere we go..." His eyes stayed on his sister. He wondered how she saw this murderous picture. ⊊Mood⊋ ண:suspicious, determined ⊊Inventory/Weapons⊋ ண::........ ⊊Health⊋ ண::93% ⊊Location/Occupation⊋ ண::Misa's room
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