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 Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 2:06 pm
 A short distance down the road from the Stohess district lies a meadow. Within it the road from Stohess splits several times to fan out across the region between the Wall Rose and Sina and all of their respective towns. Though the area is important for that it has a much more sentimental value to humanity. The meadow with its lush green grass, expanses of wild flowers, and flowering colorful trees is a beautiful life filled scene that inspires hope. Twisting through it can also be found a small creek, Blossom Meadow is the closest thing to a park humanity has left and as such is frequented for recreational purposes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:10 pm
Yuka Ryder___________________
__________________Non-Combatant
█ Action: Sketching █ Feeling: Content █ Company: Alone ██████████████████████████████
Yuka was laying sprawled out on her stomach in the grass. She had left the path some time ago and gone off to wander along the edge of the creek. She had no real plan in mind when she did it, just a whim as she so commonly had. Of course the wandering had ended some time ago as well. Now she was hidden away in a patch of wild grass and flowers tall enough that it almost obscured her body from sight. She felt some blades poking through her clothes at her but for the most part the feel of the grass on her skin was a nice and welcome change. Besides she was much to engrossed to pay heed to such a trivial discomfort.
Before the prone female was a open book. The pages blank except for the highly detailed drawings. Yuka had a real talent as an artist, but art for the sake of art was a mere hobby to the girl. And today she was enjoying a nice relaxing afternoon engrossed in her favorite hobby. Her subject was a thick growth of purple and blue wildflowers tucked away amoung tall shoots of sweet grass. She glanced up at the flowers every so often before lowering her head again and adding more detail with a fine tipped pen. The image she made was a fine duplicate of the real thing except for one detail. It wasn't a mistake in the art, no Yuka was much too good for that, it was an addition of moisture on the leaves and petals. A thin layer of dew perhaps inspired by the soft trickle of running water she could always hear in the background.
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Being defeated is often… █
… a temporary condition. █
Giving up is what… █
… makes it permanent. █
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:23 pm
_ _ _ ______________________________ o r x i s x i t x f o r x r e v e n g e ?
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 4:06 pm
Yuka Ryder___________________
__________________Non-Combatant
█ Action: Sketching █ Feeling: Pain █ Company: Not so Alone ██████████████████████████████
Yuka frowned at her work and started to tap the end of her pen on her chin. Her eyes wandering up to focus on her subject. Something was missing but what was it. She glanced back to the image in the sketch book and then back to the plants. What could it be? She had to overlooked something that should be there. But what.... She started to spin the pen around her fingers as she stared at the plant. She misplaced one and fumbled the pen which flipped through the air and landed near the flowers. That was it! She had forgot to include the smaller plant near the base with the three small orange flowers.
She smiled at her achievement of figuring out her mistake and reached out to pick up the pen. She didn't even notice the rustling in the grass to her left at all. She picked the pen up and then moved to begin adding in the black outlines from the new plant that should of been just to the side. However she didn't get far. She felt pain as something dug into the left side of her chest. She dropped the pen and started to roll onto her side as whatever it was tried to lift up. It didn't make it very far and neither did she before something came crashing down on top of her. She winced in pain as either an knee or an elbow ended up dug into her side once whatever it was had fully landed on her.
Yuka squirmed a little underneath whatever was on her. She couldn't see what it was but it was just heavy enough to have her pinned down give it was now covering most of her lower body and torso. The more she squirmed though the more that thing dug into her side. Her eyes started to mist up as she winced out loud again. "Ouch ouch ouch. Get off, please, get off me."
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Giving up is what… █
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 7:57 pm
_ _ _ ______________________________ o r x i s x i t x f o r x r e v e n g e ?
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 12:30 am
Yuka Ryder___________________
__________________Non-Combatant
█ Action: Talkin █ Feeling: Pain █ Company: Not so Alone ██████████████████████████████
After the weight a top her left Yuka finished rolling onto her back. She could hear someone coughing and sputtering. That at least told her it was a human that had tripped over her then landed on her. Another groan of pain left her as she forced herself to sit up. She reached across her waist and started rubbing at the spot on her side. It stung a bit but the rubbing was making it feel a little better.
She turned her head to look at the source of the noise beside her. What she saw was a youthful face capped with soft brown hair a few shades lighter than her own. She guessed his age at something in the mid-teens. Currently he was trying to get all the dirt smeared on his face off. Evidently he hadn't faired much better in the landing than she had in the being landed on, at least he was light. After rolling off of her his right leg was still tangled a bit with hers which told her it had been one of his knees that hit her. She pulled her legs in to her side so the leg under the boy's leg was no longer a threat of causing more tripping.
After she did that the boy seemed to look over at her for the first time. She blushed a little under his scrutiny out of a mix of embarrassment and guilt at having tripped him. He flashed her a smile before tossing a bit of criticism at her. Her body stiffened and her cheeks got a little brighter. Yuka raised her eyes to meet his and smiled apologeticly. She noted his attempt to clean up had missed a blade of grass on his cheek. She reached out and pulled it off. "Yeah... Sorry, I'll make it up to you next time. I just didn't expect someone to be tromping through the meadow so far from the road." She was too embarrassed over causing the accident to question being someones pillow.
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Giving up is what… █
… makes it permanent. █
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 7:19 pm
_ _ _ ______________________________ o r x i s x i t x f o r x r e v e n g e ?
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:25 pm
Yuka Ryder___________________
__________________Non-Combatant
█ Action: Talking █ Feeling: Pain █ Company: Not so Alone ██████████████████████████████
When the boy responded Yuka stiffened. Her eyes flashed in irritation. She wasn't embarrassed any more that was for certain. "Am I stupid? No I'm not stupid! I'm tring to apologize for tripping you." She grumbled at the teen. She half wanted to slap the boy, but he hadn't really done anything to deserve that... yet.
He might of meant nothing rude in it but she wasn't a mind reader. So she just glared at him as she waited for an apology for the insult. Her arms were now crossed under her chest as she watched him expectantly. What are you doing out here anyway? This spot isn't anywhere close to any of the roads."
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… a temporary condition. █
Giving up is what… █
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