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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:10 pm
 [. JOURNAL . ENTRY #1.]
...RP Entry... .[A New Day]. The woman adjusted her hat in a somewhat disgruntled fashion, pushing it up somewhat so that she could wipe her glove against her damp forehead. The heat was becoming steadily worse as the hours progressed and she now fully understood why the majority of the plant life had chosen to abandon this terrain. It left the place barren, a complete desert but with so little water it was a wonder that anything survived at all - yes she was aware that dew formed during the night but that barely quenched any thirst!
Oi...
Why had she chosen to come out here again?
Shaking her head, the woman once again slipped her hat back into the correct position and returned her attention to the site she had selected. She had been blessed with the shelter of some crumbling ruins but this didn't protect her from the stifling heat and ever rising temperatures. Crouching against the ruin, shielded from the majority of the sun's unforgiving gaze, she fixed her own upon the sand beneath her boots and grimaced. As of yet she hadn't found anything of importance, a few coins here and there but nothing of worthy of celebration.
Sigh.
Adjusting her weight she sat down and rested, splaying her legs out as her eyes shifted across the rippling horizon. It had been a long morning, she was hot and the heat was making her drowsy! The books had reassured her that she would find artefacts of note here but she was already beginning to suspect that someone may have beaten her to them. After all the books had been old when she had uncovered them so who was to say that another hadn't chosen to seek out this place?
"Wrongplace-you'relookinginthewrongplace..." A soft voice invaded the privacy of her own thoughts and the woman arched a brow, turning her head first left and then right. There was nothing to be seen, no person or additional creature in her immediate vicinity that could have possibly spoken. It was at this moment that she began to suspect that the heat really had gotten to her. "Othersideotherside-yesyesyes!"
"What?" she murmured in confusion, flicking her gaze to the ruins directly opposite of her. She hadn't explored that place, hadn't considered doing so given that the maps and descriptions had all directed her to this particular spot.
"GASP! Youcanhearme?"
"Is that a trick question?" The woman questioned herself (or so she thought) shaking her head and pushing herself to her feet. It was with a heave and great effort that she found her balance again and seemed to stagger towards the area. Swaying to and fro as she moved round to another ruin and the shade that it would provide - what she found though, was not what she had first anticipated. "A flower...?"
"Youcanseemetoo?!"
Oh hell no - the woman simply stared at the flower. Completely still it remained the only living thing (except her) in the immediate area. Shielded from the brutal rays of sunlight, this orchid had somehow survived against all odds. Admittedly the petals were in some serious need of some care, perhaps torn up by the sandstorms but for the most part it was fine.
"Strangefaceyouhave..." It seemed the flower really was talking, somehow addressing her despite the fact that her expression remained utterly confused - bordering on shock and uncertainty. "Smilesmile-youhaveanameyesyes?"
To say the woman was astonished by the strange event was an understatement. To be told to smile and remain optimistic made the encounter even more bizarre. She was being spoken to by a flower, right? This wasn't a figment of her imagination...
"Aversham, you?"
"Don'tknow,noonetoldme..." It took all of Aversham's ability to translate due to how quickly the being spoken. Eventually though she did come to the conclusion that the flower (or whatever was in said flower) lacked an identiy. Apparently this fact didn't deterr it from remaining ever talkative though.
"Well, you said I was looking in the wrong place so...?"
"PromisenotoleavemeifItell!" Suddenly the tone was different, more frightened than optimistic. One might have mistaken the high pitch to be excitement had the content of the 'sentence' not been so unfortunate. "Alonesolong-allleftme,disappearedandneversaidgoodbye."
"When?"
"Don'tremember.Longtime."
Pursing her lips, Aversham stared at the flower for a little longer and then considered the request. She had already come to the conclusion that this was no place for plantlife given how brutal it was...let alone an Orchid. So perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take it back with her? She had a fairly decent home, a little cluttered with artefacts but there'd be space for a flower to brighten up the antique expanse.
"Alright I promise, you can come with me..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:42 am
[. JOURNAL . ENTRY #2.]
...RP Entry... .[Home Coming].
It just wouldn't stop talking! She had placed the flower in one of her spare boots and as she sat on the train home she had slowly but surely begun to regret rescuing the lonely bud. It wasn't that she didn't find the flower pretty and it had led her to the ruins she needed but the fact still remained that it couldn't be quiet. The majority of the 'words' spoken by it were largely incoherent but for the most part the endless chatter was beginning to grate on the woman who favoured silence over idle chit chat and while she couldn't understand the flower most of the time she was fairly certain the chatter was directed at her.
Bugger it all.
Maybe she could give the flower to a friend? It was peculiar to find an orchid in the desert without water and sufficient shade. She just needed to find proof that all these things had happened. In a manner of speaking she supposed that the flower being in a boot would have been partial proof if those she intended to hand it to completely understood her antics and hobbies. Unfortunately the majority of her friends and neighbours knew her only as an eccentric bookworm so really...a flower in a boot was not something special.
Life just wasn't fair.
With a sigh the woman watched as the train drew into Barton station and it was with considerable effort that she located her bags and slung them oer her shoulder. A half glance at the flower indicated that she had half a mind to leave it behind but after further consideration she swooped it into her hand and made her way to the exit. What was another eccentric and odd trinket to her? By now people should have simply grown accustomed to the fact that this girl came home often with grime in her hair and odd artefacts in her hands...
"Wherearewegoing?" The voice enquired, intruding upon her thoughts again as she waded through the grounds in a disgruntled fashion and made a dive towards the nearest exit.
"Home," she replied softly, grabbing a railing to pull herself from the crowd and into a subtantially less crowded street. She paused to catch her breath at this point and once her composure was regathered, made her way forward. All in all she despised crowds but there were just some things a woman had to do to get what she wanted.
"ThenIcanhaveadrinkyes?"
"Correct..." she murmured with a sigh, somewhat bemused by the request for a drink after such a long time in the desert.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:43 pm
[. JOURNAL . ENTRY #3.]
...Direct Entry...
Dear Diary
It is with considerable effort that I resist the urge to toss this plant out the window. Words cannot describe how infuriating I find it's behaviour and inability to cease in it's chatter. It's like a child, endlessly asking questions or musing over illogical or unimportant things. I've never wanted kids the more the time I spend in the company of this entity the more I'm reminded of why I refused to have them. I'm not entirely sure how my parents coped and I sincerely hope I was considerably more mild mannered - gods know that I would have clouted myself if I was as bad as this flower!
That being said, I cannot help but marvel at its hardiness and often find myself sighing softly in admiration. The situation is complex, I find it an irritable entity and yet at the same time it is an object of fascination. I did find it in a desert after all and despite it's lack of a mouth I find that it converses with ease. The days pass and it begins to understand that a creature of my nature does not speak without taking a breath - it's words slow and the more often it is subject to the company of a television or radio; this in itself has startling results. For a start it's vocabulary has increased dramatically and it often expresses interests in daily news or requests that I explain it.
...How is it possible for a flower to be concerned over such matters?
I am no scientist, I am an collector and a researcher but I worry. While I seek answers regarding this bizarre entity and mull over the consequences of revealing it to the world. I have heard stories of creatures and oddities being whisked away, never to return. While I would be content for peace and quiet, I sincerely doubt that my conscience would be able to rest. I had promised to take it to water, I had promised to take it to more suitable climates and I have done so...but each time I look at the ethereal beauty it possesses I wonder just how strong it is. Hardy as this little bud might be, it's childish questions and musings are a subject of concern. Needless to say, the more I dwell on the issue the less inclined I am to subject her - it - to further study.
Perhaps this is what it is like to be a parent, infuriating as it is... One must develop an extreme level of patience and show consideration towards the child's feelings. Urgh - while I possess one of these qualities I cannot say that I have ever used it in a social situation before. If I wasn't thinking straight I would accuse my mother of meddling in my affairs to finally kick me out into the 'real world', needless to say I don't appreciate it.
Oi, I appear to be rambling now.
They did always say it was good to express and vent frustration and I certainly feel more relieved. The flower is content to listen to the television for the time being and I have the opportunity to mull over the artefacts I did find. I shall write in further detail to discuss my findings shortly though at the moment they seem to be questionnable in terms of their value. The moment someone informs me that these findings were merely a guise in order to uncover the flower shall be slapped.
I dislike being strung along!
Regards,
Aversham
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 4:00 pm
[. PRIVATE . ROLEPLAY . LOG.]
...Privare Roleplay Between Aaron & Epine de Rose... "I think I took a wrong turn, Toto..."
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