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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:34 pm
 Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
((Devon is at my house now, so he's letting me use the father a bit))
Naomi heard her dad scream;
"I DON'T HEAR COOKIIING!" from upstairs and she jumped a bit.
"S-sorry, Weston. I...I have to go." She closed the door and vowed not to talk to him anymore. She just wasn't meant to be sociable.
She ran into the bathroom and washed all the makeup off. Her face stung, it was red, and blood was in her mouth. She quickly started on dinner, and by the time she finished her face looked even more swollen. The bruises on her arms were painful, she could hardly lift that arm at all.
She served dinner just as mother and sister were walking in. Her father stormed down the stairs and said to her mother, "So our darling Naomi sold two dozen eggs today, for 5 coins. Next time, Amber's in charge of sales, she'd have the sense to sell them for at least seven."
"I...I'm sorry...5 coins was all he had, and I thought it was a fair price..." Naomi whimpered.
"I didn't ask for your opnion!" Her father shouted back, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You've done enough damage! Now get to bed!"
Naomi nodded and started upstairs. She couldn't really see her way up the stairs very well, her face was too puffy and red, her vision obscured. She managed to stagger into her room, change into pajamas, and lie down. After dinner, mom came up and yelled at her some more, but she'd been expecting that. She didn't care too much about not getting dinner, she doubted she could eat anyways with her cheeks this size.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:43 pm
 Amber Bendell Amber had to force herself to remain calm and stuck up when her father came roaring down the steps as soon as her and her mother walked in the door. There were times when Amber wished desperately that the vile man would just die of a stroke or a heart attack and save this family, mainly her and Naomi, some pain. But the b*****d just refused to die. So, as always, she was forced to grin and bear it, letting her anger and hate for the man boil silently. When her parents sent Naomi upstairs with no dinner, Amber wanted to slap both of them. Sometimes she thought that they starved the girl, just to get a kick. Most of the time Amber ended up sneaking food to her under the claim that she had to be healthy to chorale the horses when Amber was feeling lazy. As dinner passed, Amber forced herself to act like that perfect daughter that her parents wanted. The food tasted like dirt and her throat hitched every once in awhile, but the two bastards at either end of the table didn't notice. No one ever would, and that as just fine with Amber. When dinner was finally over and their mom charged up the steps to berate her little sister, Amber walked into the kitchen and sneaked some food onto a plate, glancing every once in awhile at her father to make sure he couldn't see. When she had everything she needed she headed up the steps, laying a hand on her mother's shoulder and sneering at Naomi, "Take a break, mom. I'll have a word with her." Her mother gave her a grateful look and left, while Amber was careful to keep the plate of food out of sight. When the woman had disappeared down the steps, Amber went into the room and closed the door behind her, sitting the plate of food and other items on the desk. She looked at Naomi with a disapproving frown, even as her heart screamed out in pain. With a light tsk she picked up two bags of ice, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing one bag to Naomi, "Start chewing. Or suck on the cubes if it hurts too much to chew." Then she took Naomi's face carefully and gingerly in her hands, pressing the bag of ice to each cheek and around her eyes, being as gentle as she could, "You really shouldn't have done that, you little rat. Now I have to use my valuable time taking the swelling down from your ugly mug so that the Peacekeepers don't burst in here." Her tone was haughty and agitated, frown covering her pretty face, even as her hands prodded gently. If Naomi had been able to remember as far back as Amber could, she would remember the same gentle touch when she had just been learning to walk. Or when she tripped and skinned her knee as a toddler. But now chances were that she just recognized the touch as Amber's usual annoyed patience. (( OOC: Like I said, I'll have a layout tomorrow. ^^))
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:46 am
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
((Not using post style, on another computer, I'll edit it later))
Naomi nodded slowly, trying her best not to cry. Amber was usually the one to fix her up, but only so Peacekeepers didn't come barging in. That was all Amber cared about, wasn't it? The rest of her family. Their appearance. Naomi breathed eeply and winced as the swelling subsisded. She ate a little bit, and blood dripped out the side of her mouth. Still, she said nothing. She never did.
"I'm sorry, sister. I'm sorry....I'm sorry..." She mumbled, tears welling in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes with her arm and winced again, the bruise on her arm throbbing. She hated this. She just wanted someone to really care about her. She knew there must've been someone. After all, she learned to read. She learned to walk. She learned to speak. Someone must've taught her all that as a child, and she knew it couldn't have been her mother or father. They only cared for Amber, and Amber them. Maybe she had relatives that left? Ugh, she couldn't think about it now, her head was pounding too hard. Her breathing was heavier and more blood streaming out her cheeks. The swelling was going down at least, because her face was getting drained, really. She just wanted to escape, to leave, and never look back. Nothing was keeping her here, after all. Nothing but fear.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 12:27 pm
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ι кєєρ уσυя [ρнσтσgяαρн], ι кησω ιт ѕєяνєѕ мє ωєℓℓ
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ι ωαηηα [нσℓ∂] уσυ нιgн, уσυ ѕтєαℓ му ραιη αωαу
тнєяє'ѕ ѕσ мυcн ℓєƒт тσ ℓєαяη, αη∂ ησ σηє ℓєƒт тσ ƒιgнт
ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ (ѕтєαℓ) уσυя ραιη ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. 'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁
Amber watched Naomi practically beg for forgiveness and wanted desperately to hug the girl and tell her that she had done nothing wrong, nothing at all. But the older sister was too much of a coward. She didn't want to get beat by her father for being too kind to Naomi. Not for the first time, Amber felt a wave of hate for herself and her own weakness. She wished that she could be stronger, and she wished that she could show her sister that she truly cared, but she was much to deep in her act to crawl out. It would take some sort of divine intervention to drag her out of this pit. So instead of pulling her little sister into a hug, Amber just sighed, "Well, learn from your mistakes if you don't want it to happen again. I swear, I think you so stupid s**t on purpose."
She lifted the hem of her shirt and wiped away the blood that trickled down Naomi's chin. Her parents would just figure that she smacked her around some more, so she wasn't worried about them seeing the blood on her shirt. She frowned, prodding at Naomi's cheek with the tip of her fingers. She could feel the tear on the inside of the girl's cheek through her skin and grimaced, "Damn. That's going to need stitches. What the hell did you do, try to bite off your cheek?" She pressed the ice bag back around her eye, forcing back the tears that threatened to well in her eyes. You'd think after so many years, she'd be used to seeing her sister hurt and trodden on, but it never got any easier. In fact, it got worse. As if the older Naomi got, the harder their father beat on her.
Amber sighed, "What were you thinking? You should have seen this coming, how can you be so stupid?" Amber said things like this often, hoping that Naomi would catch the hint and stop pissing off their father. But the girl seemed to want to help other people too much, and would do things like what she had done today, selling eggs for too little. It killed Amber inside, even as it lifted her spirits. At least one person in this family had a good heart, so they all weren't completely lost.
❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. уσυ ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ мє нєяє αηумσяє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м σρєη
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ ℓιкє ι αм [[ѕтяσηg]] єησυgн
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ яιgнт ωнєη уσυ'яє gσηє ~αωαу~
(( OOC: Alright, that's fine. Oh yeah, how does this layout look?))
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:15 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Her Pajamas
Tears welled in Naomi's eyes when Amber said that. She didn't mean to do stupid things, and it certainly wasn't on purpose, it just...happened. She tried not to wince or flinch when she touched her cheek, but it hurt so bad. The swelling started to go down, thankfully, but no thanks to her sister's criticism. She hated being called stupid. She already knew she was, she'd had that message beaten into her. Did Amber really have to rub it in? It hurt just as much as her mouth. But what else was new? She should be used to this. Just grit your teeth and bear it.
Problem was, she couldn't grit her teeth when her mouth was filled with blood.
"He...he just really seemed to need the eggs, and five coins was all he had. He was nice to me..." She said, as if she had marbled in her mouth, blood leaking out from the sides. No one was nice to her at home, where she was usually trapped all day, and she didn't talk to people much at school. So when Weston had been kind to her, well, she wanted to be kind back.
Her teeth scratched the side of her mouth when she talked, and she began coughing. She just coughed once or twice, but it was enough to get her whole front of her pajama top a deep red. She moaned and lay back again, clutching her stomach. It took all her will not to vomit right now.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:04 pm
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя [ραιη] αωαу
ι кєєρ уσυя [ρнσтσgяαρн], ι кησω ιт ѕєяνєѕ мє ωєℓℓ
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ (ѕтєαℓ) уσυя ραιη ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. 'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁Amber was about to comment on how this world was every man for themselves when Naomi coughed horribly and spewed blood across her shirt and Amber's. The older girl could see that Naomi was about to vomit and she forgot herself for a moment, accidentally letting her loving, motherly side show as she stood quickly and picked Naomi out of the bed in her two strong arms, carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her down so that she knelt in front of the toilet. Amber pulled her hair back out of her face and rubbed her back gently, "It's alright, sweetheart, Amber's here." Then she closed her mouth with a snap, hoping that Naomi was too sick and beaten up to have realized what had just happened. Amber hoped that her little sister's broken spirit would interpret the actions as cruel sarcasm, or something equally nasty. And then Amber wondered what would happen if her sister saw through her guise, just this once? Would it change anything in her? Would Amber treat her sister better, and show her the love that the girl obviously craved. As much as the blonde wanted to believe it to be so, that was a fantasy that was as unreal as pots of gold at the end of rainbows or a man in a red suite coming into your house to give you presents. She knew that she wouldn't change in the least, unless it was only to grow more cruel to the poor girl. She would demand that Naomi not tell a soul, and set a high consequence if she did. For the thousandth, no millionth, time, Amber thought about how much she hated herself. She turned her face away from Naomi, even though she was behind her and the girl couldn't see anyways, and clenched her jaw, steeling herself against whatever was to come. She pulled on her hard shell and tied Naomi's hair back with the rubber band that she always wore around her wrist, then went over to the shower and flipped it on. With a sigh she glanced at Naomi, saying harshly, "Next time warn me before you decide to cough up blood. Do you know how long it's going to take me to get those stains out?"❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. уσυ ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ мє нєяє αηумσяє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м σρєη
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ ℓιкє ι αм [[ѕтяσηg]] єησυgн
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ яιgнт ωнєη уσυ'яє gσηє ~αωαу~(( OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:15 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi felt horrible. Her stomach was churning painfully, clenching. She couldn't take it any more, and just as she was about to cry out, her sister picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. What? Ah. No wonder. Probably didn't want to have to clean the sheets. Amber said something sweet...Naomi heard, but didn't believe. She opened her mouth to say something in reply, but blood just came out. She clutched her stomach, her eyes a bit wide. Somehow, Amber didn't seem so sarcastic this time.
Naomi nodded when Amber told her to warn her, but the motion of her head made her queasy, and she vomited the disgusting blood she'd swallowed from the 24 slaps into the bowl. She gasped for air and groaned. She vomited once more until her mouth felt clear enough to speak.
"What...what did you say?" She asked quietly, but loud enough for Amber to hear. "Gee, Amber, you're sure in a good mood today." She smiled weakly and coughed again. "Glad I got in trouble, then?"
She closed her eyes, turned back to the toilet, and vomited for a third time. Naomi figured Amber was just happy and all sweet because Naomi had done something stupid. After all, Amber wasn't the caring type, she never had been. Or, not in Naomi's memory. She supposed she didn't remember her childhood simply because she really didn't want to. When you got beat so much, it was hard to think of other points in life. Deep down, she knew someone had cared for her. But in present time, Amber didn't seem like a candidate.
Naomi was quivering, trembling. She was sure she'd vomited up all the blood by now, and the swelling was down. A deep bruise was forming on her cheek, the cut in her mouth was searing and stinging. She held her stomach with both arms wrapped around her, only moving one arm to flush the vomit down the toilet.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 11:21 pm
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя [ραιη] αωαу
ι кєєρ уσυя [ρнσтσgяαρн], ι кησω ιт ѕєяνєѕ мє ωєℓℓ
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ (ѕтєαℓ) уσυя ραιη ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. 'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁Amber was rendered speechless for a moment, not sure how to respond. She opened her mouth to say something cruel, but knocked it back. And when she tried to say something kind the words wouldn't come. What was wrong with her? This was her chance to make things right and she couldn't do it. A lump came to her throat and tears sprang to her eyes, but she quickly turned her back to Naomi and forced a scoff, "The hell I am in a good mood. You ruined my damn shirt. And I'm just glad that you'r not dead. Because I need someone to keep those monsters away from Alabaster." the 'monsters' being the other horses. Having successfully avoided the question of what she said, she looked down at Naomi's quivering form and felt a tear drip down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away and headed for the door, "Now hurry up and wash up, you little runt. Or else I'll give you a real reason to puke." Then she left, slamming the door behind her. Immediately the blonde went to the bed and sat down, covering her face with her hands and swallowing the painful lump that had grown from unshed tears. Her father was starting to go too far, wavering just on the edge of a beating and a murder. This had to stop, but Amber was useless to her sister. The tiniest of sobs escaped her mouth and she quickly covered it, hoping that Naomi hadn't heard over the hiss of the shower. With a sigh she stood and wandered over to the window, leaning on the sill and staring out into nothing. In a sudden flash of anger and rammed her hands against the sill hard, then hit it again. Then a third time, each frustrated thump a little louder than the last. Maybe she should try to hit her father instead, but that would be a futile cause. He was bigger than her, stronger, and she had nowhere else to go if he decided he wanted to kick her out. What was she going to do? ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. уσυ ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ мє нєяє αηумσяє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м σρєη
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ ℓιкє ι αм [[ѕтяσηg]] єησυgн
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ яιgнт ωнєη уσυ'яє gσηє ~αωαу~(( OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 7:51 am
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi smiled faintly. Ah. She should've known that Amber wouldn't really care. Must've been a moment of weakness where a good side of her showed. Funny, really. Naomi didn't know Amber was even possible of saying something nice.
She jumped a little when the door slammed, but staggered into the shower. She didn't hear Amber's sob, as she was gasping in pain when the steamy water hit her wounds. Even though her cheeks weren't so badly swollen, the bruise on it, and the bruise on her forearm, and the long, deep cut inside her mouth weren't exactly the most comfortable to have.
She got out and dried off, went to her room and changed again.Her new pajamas were similar, she didn't usually get new clothes. She'd have to clean off the bloody one in the morning.
She slumped into bed and heard something thump. She leaned out of the door and saw her sister hitting the windowsill in anger. Naomi crept back to the bed silently, not quite sure why her sister was so angry. Naomi tended to assume the worst of her family, since when did they ever treat her for the best? Or at least, she didn't see it when they did. She figured her mother must've just told Amber to take care of Naomi who's so pathetic she can't do it herself. Naomi sighed and tried to get some sleep.
Eventually she managed it, a tiny trickle of blood sliding out of her mouth each time she exhaled.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:43 pm
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя [ραιη] αωαу
ι кєєρ уσυя [ρнσтσgяαρн], ι кησω ιт ѕєяνєѕ мє ωєℓℓ
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ (ѕтєαℓ) уσυя ραιη ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. 'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁Amber listened as Naomi came out of the bathroom, still hacking and coughing a bit. The older girl fell completely silent, realizing that her little sister had probably seen, or at least heard, her hitting the windowsill. Most likely she figured Amber was mad because of her shirt. In truth, the girl couldn't possibly care less about the damned shirt. With a sigh she tried her best to collect herself, closing her eyes briefly and breathing deep. She wasn't sure how long she stood there. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours, she didn't know. Time had no meaning when you were completely miserable. On a random impulse, Amber went into the room and sat on the edge of Naomi's bed, wiping the little bit of blood away from her lips. She sighed and watched her sister sleep, noting that even in slumber she looked troubled and upset. With another sigh she leaned down and kissed Naomi's forehead, saying in a voice so soft that even she hardly heard it, "I wish you could know how much I love you." Then she stood and went to the closet, changing into some sweat pants and a camisole and climbing into her own bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time before finally drifting into a fitful sleep. ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. уσυ ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ мє нєяє αηумσяє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м σρєη
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ ℓιкє ι αм [[ѕтяσηg]] єησυgн
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ яιgнт ωнєη уσυ'яє gσηє ~αωαу~(( OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:48 pm
Naomi Brooke Bendell THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME, IT'S NOT WHERE I BELONG
WINDOWS AND ROOMS THAT I'M PASSING THROUGH
THIS WAS JUST A STOP ON THE WAY TO WHERE I'M GOING
I'M NOT AFRAID BECAUSE I KNOW, THIS IS MY TEMPORARY HOME████████████████████
Naomi woke up the next morning, as always, before Amber. She went downstairs and surprisingly, her father was up too. He usually slept in. But he just ordered her to go milk to cows, that her mother would be selling today, not her, and that she was to clean properly when she got home. But Naomi knew the real reason. Her father didn't want her to be spotted with these bruises by peacekeepers. Milking cows was such an early job that when she got back, it was only 8am.
She did the dishes and laundry fairly quick, and decided to make stew for dinner, something that could slow-cook. So she set to work on the most troubling thing. Getting the blood out of her sister's shirt.
She scrubbed the shirt time and time again, but it was still stained. She wouldn't give up, she didn't want anyone made at her. She wanted to make her father proud. Wanted to do something right...for once.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:37 pm
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя [ραιη] αωαу
ι кєєρ уσυя [ρнσтσgяαρн], ι кησω ιт ѕєяνєѕ мє ωєℓℓ
ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя ραιη. X
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ι ωαηηα [нσℓ∂] уσυ нιgн, уσυ ѕтєαℓ му ραιη αωαу
тнєяє'ѕ ѕσ мυcн ℓєƒт тσ ℓєαяη, αη∂ ησ σηє ℓєƒт тσ ƒιgнт
ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ (ѕтєαℓ) уσυя ραιη ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. 'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁Amber had been awake for a long time, but had decided to simply lay there and stare at the wall as she usually did. She didn't want to get up and face the world, not yet. Not just yet. Her bed was safe, quiet. Cut off from the harshness of the world. And, as she listened to Naomi rise and leave, she wished that she could stay there forever and drown everything out. But that would leave Naomi to fend for herself, and even though Amber was a horrible sister, the younger girl would probably crumble without her. Or be killed. Whichever came first. So, as always, Amber swung her legs over the side of her bed and climbed out, getting dressed quickly, slipping a small picture of Naomi into her pocket (a good luck charm of sorts) before heading downstairs. She was shocked to see her father already awake, but just smiled and kissed his cheek. She went into the kitchen and found a stew simmering, then wandered around some more until she found her little sister frantically trying to scrub the stain out of her shirt. Amber sighed and walked up behind her, taking the article of clothing gently, "Stop that. You'll just make it worse if you keep scrubbing it like that. Just let it soak for awhile." She laid the shirt down into the water, not really caring about it in the least, then looked at her sister for a moment. After a bit she stood, motioning for the girl to follow, "Come run the horses with me. I can't handle them all by myself." Then she turned and left, fully expecting Naomi to follow. ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. уσυ ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ мє нєяє αηумσяє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м σρєη
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ ℓιкє ι αм [[ѕтяσηg]] єησυgн
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ яιgнт ωнєη уσυ'яє gσηє ~αωαу~(( OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:08 pm
†♄iṧ ї﹩ ღ⑂ тεμ℘◎яαґ¥ ♄◎ღℯ,
ḯт❝ṧ ᾔøt ẘℌℯяε ℑ ♭εℓoᾔ❡
[Шїη∂øẘṧ] αᾔⅾ {ґo◎μṧ} tнαт ℑ❝м ραṧṧ☤ηℊ ⊥нґøʊℊℌ
✝нїṧ ḯ﹩ נυṧt α ﹩тoρ ◎η tнℯ )ẘα⑂( тo ẘℌℯяε ℐ‷м ℊ◎ḯηℊ
ℑ❝м ᾔ◎⊥ αḟґαї∂ ♭℮¢αüṧε ℐ кη◎ẘ
✝нїṧ ḯ﹩ м¥ ⊥ℯμρøґαґƴ нøm℮
●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•. Ʈ৸is is ɱყ ƮęɱРΦЯǞЯყ ৸Φɱę .•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●Naomi hesitated, but let the shirt soak and mumbled; "Yes, Amber." Before standing up to go walk the horses. She knew she should've run them earlier, but her face was still swollen and she was nervous to ride them if she couldn't see perfectly. But she was careful, and the swelling was nearly gone, anyways. Just the deep bruises remained, mainly on the forearm that her father always grabbed. She walked outside and smiled a bit at the warm, fresh air. She mounted her horse beside Amber and kept her head down. She didn't want to make eye contact with her sister or give Amber a reason to bully her. Amber was always bossing her around, making comments. She pretended to help Naomi out, but it was really just some sick game, giving her opportunity to insult Naomi at every possible turn. And that one night when her father was cruel, Naomi was awake late...Amber just never seemed to care what happened to Naomi. Or at least that's how it appeared in Naomi's eyes. They kept to the back yard, Naomi didn't want any peacekeepers to spot her bruises, or anyone else for that matter, and get suspicious. So she let her horse trot around the backyard, fairly spacious, while stroking it's mane. She held her face gently in her hands every so often, just to get a feel for if the swelling was going down. Thankfully, it should be gone by tomorrow. Or the day after at the very latest. ●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•. iƮ's ПΦƮ Щ৸ęЯę i вęlΦПg .•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●▂▃▅▆▇ ▆ ▇▆▅▃▂ll OOC: ll
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:10 pm
αмвєя вєη∂єℓℓ X
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ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя [ραιη] αωαу
ι кєєρ уσυя [ρнσтσgяαρн], ι кησω ιт ѕєяνєѕ мє ωєℓℓ
ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ ѕтєαℓ уσυя ραιη. X
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Xтнє ωσяѕт ιѕ σνєя ησω αη∂ ωє cαη вяєαтнє αgαιη
ι ωαηηα [нσℓ∂] уσυ нιgн, уσυ ѕтєαℓ му ραιη αωαу
тнєяє'ѕ ѕσ мυcн ℓєƒт тσ ℓєαяη, αη∂ ησ σηє ℓєƒт тσ ƒιgнт
ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ уσυ нιgн αη∂ (ѕтєαℓ) уσυя ραιη ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. 'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁Amber slid the bridle over Alabaster's snout, but didn't bother saddling her. Early in the morning like this, Amber liked to ride bareback, and Alabaster hated the saddle if it wasn't necessary. The horse was the sweetest, most gentle thing that Amber had eve encountered, and had taking a liking to the blonde when it was just a foal. Even as amber grew and turned cold on the outside, it was as if Alabaster could see inside and understand what Amber in a way no one could. Amber had always been closer to animals than people, and this point was only solidified by the way that Ali huffed in happiness and nuzzled her shirt. Amber smiled at the horse and kissed her muzzle, then pressed her hand against the animal's neck and vaulted onto her back in one swift movement. When she was mounted and steady, Amber threw a glance at her sister, but saw the girl with her face down. She sighed quietly and took Alabaster through her paces, clicking to the other horses in the pasture so they would follow in the way they were trained. After a bit she reigned Alabaster in beside Naomi, taking the girl's hand from her face gingerly, "Stop touching it, you'll only make it worse." She paused and looked off towards the house, then motioned for Naomi to follow, "C'mon, let's talk." She trotted off in the opposite direction of the house, ignoring the other horses that followed her. When they were a good distance away, Amber said quietly, "Look, Naomi... The tesserae has started and I..." She swallowed hard, trying her best to keep up her cold demeanor, "I don't want you taking any out. You keep your name in there once and once only, you hear me?" Over the past six years, Amber had been taking tesserae for her family, doubling and tripling her chances of being chosen every year. She had always placed her name in the pot multiple times so that Naomi wouldn't have to, but now she had reached an age when she was too old, and could no longer collect the extra goods. She refused to let Naomi take out any tesserae. She'd do anything in her power to stop the girl. And if her father tried to blame Naomi, Amber would take the beating. ❁.｡.:* ❆:**:. уσυ ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ мє нєяє αηумσяє .:**:.❆*.:｡.❁'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м σρєη
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ ℓιкє ι αм [[ѕтяσηg]] єησυgн
'cαυѕє ι'м вяσкєη ωнєη ι'м ℓσηєѕσмє
αη∂ ι ∂ση'т ƒєєℓ яιgнт ωнєη уσυ'яє gσηє ~αωαу~(( OOC: Outfit))
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:23 pm
†♄iṧ ї﹩ ღ⑂ тεμ℘◎яαґ¥ ♄◎ღℯ,
ḯт❝ṧ ᾔøt ẘℌℯяε ℑ ♭εℓoᾔ❡
[Шїη∂øẘṧ] αᾔⅾ {ґo◎μṧ} tнαт ℑ❝м ραṧṧ☤ηℊ ⊥нґøʊℊℌ
✝нїṧ ḯ﹩ נυṧt α ﹩тoρ ◎η tнℯ )ẘα⑂( тo ẘℌℯяε ℐ‷м ℊ◎ḯηℊ
ℑ❝м ᾔ◎⊥ αḟґαї∂ ♭℮¢αüṧε ℐ кη◎ẘ
✝нїṧ ḯ﹩ м¥ ⊥ℯμρøґαґƴ нøm℮
●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•. Ʈ৸is is ɱყ ƮęɱРΦЯǞЯყ ৸Φɱę .•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●Naomi flinched a bit at the sound of Amber's harsh voice, and she stopped touching her face quickly. She kept trotting alongside her but was nervous when Amber told her to come with her, further from the house. She was hesitant, but urged Dee, her horse, onwards. "But...I have to..." Naomi said, looking up meekly and looking back down. "You're...you're too old now, Amber..." She hesitated, almost flinching, not sure if this would offend Amber or not. "And...and I need to win. I need to be in it...and win." She said quietly and firmly. She paused, not saying anything for a moment. "To make dad proud." Tears welled in her eyes for a moment, and she blinked them away. "Why does he hate me?" She said barely above a whisper. She didn't understand it. What had she done wrong? No, she wasn't as perfect as Amber. She wasn't as flawless, gorgeous, popular, or smart. But she wasn't a horrible kid...was she? Perhaps she was and she didn't see it? She didn't have many friends to compare herself to, after all. But realizing her stupidity in saying that in front of Amber, actualyl asking questions and doubting their father made her come to her senses. "I-I'm sorry." She breathed. She patted Dee's mane and tapped her heels lightly into Dee's side so she went galloping off. She'd be in trouble later for running back home when Amber didn't give her permission too, she just knew it. But right now she just wanted to finish up dinner and sleep. And never wake up. ●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•. iƮ's ПΦƮ Щ৸ęЯę i вęlΦПg .•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●▂▃▅▆▇▆▇▆▅▃▂ll OOC: ll
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