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Post by Evelyn Lily on Sept 24, 2007 18:15:17 GMT
Evelyn had took the precaution of bringing her long black coat, and she was now glad she did. Outside of the hostel was freezing, logical due to the fact that the town of Callabral was on the very start of Winter. The time when the leaves crinkled on the ground, traces of their bodies from Autumn. Evelyn loved Winter. It was her favourite season.
Her black coat touched her ankles. It was a long thing, her mother's. It tied around her waist and printed white angel wings touched the back. She loved that coat. The musky smell, the soft touch.. On her feet she wore black combat boots, the laces undoing themselves.
Her and Elyse had been walking around town, making conversation about each other's lives for around half an hour before they reached the lake. It was quiet, wonderfully so. The pink sky reflected its colour onto the water, making it an eerie baby pink. The girls sat on one the benches that stared out onto the water.
OOC; I'm sorry, I spent half that post talking about Evelyn's coat.
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Post by Elyse Violett on Sept 25, 2007 16:02:57 GMT
OOC;; LOL, T'was worth it though. What a coat! I'm gonna spend half of this one talking about the bench. =P
The bench underneath them was cold and uninviting, made from glossy metal bars painted sickening brown. Little mini puddles of water sat embossed on the waterproofed surface, soon to be absorbed by Elyse's thick cardigan. She sat, resting her tired worn out joints on the seat, before bending down and picking up a handful of pebbles to throw into the water one by one.
"So, How long have you lived here?" she asked casually, still kicking herself inside for presenting herself to this girl as some weird, tragic, fragile baby of a girl, when she was quite the opposite. She swung a rough, blue-grey pebble towards the shimmering surface of the water and it broke through the seemingly opaque pink film and rippled a deep black around the water, and scaring off a few preening ducks.
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Post by Evelyn Lily on Sept 25, 2007 16:23:59 GMT
OOC; modelled off Final Fantasy VIII, aye. such a geek as I. WOAH, WHAT A BENCH. I WANNA SLEEP ON THAT BENCH.
Evelyn pretended as if she didn't know how many long Summer, Autumn and Winter days she'd been here by pausing and counting with her fingers after her roommate asked the question. Truth was, she had been counting. Around 2 months, she replied, leaning back, although in reality, it was more along the lines of exactly 9 months and 23 days. Though she didn't want to tell anyone that. She didn't think it necessary for people to know everything about her life. She would often give a few facts and, if she got closer to the person, began to spill her guts. Though, since she didn't completely trust anyone, she never told them any of the secrets dug right into her heart. Like how her father had dumped her in Callabral, without even a goodbye. Just a photo of happier times. What about you? she asked, relatively interested.
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Post by Elyse Violett on Sept 28, 2007 16:09:19 GMT
"I only got here today..." Elyse smiled, not looking at Evelyn. She had traveled all night and all day to get here, but the exhaustion wasn't taking its toll. She would probably just sleep for all of tomorrow to make up for it. She threw another pebble at the lake and it slipped through the veiled surface without creating too many ripples and making a sucking noise, like a hoover trying to eat a fat person."What is life like here? I mean...how long are we supposed to stay here?" she asked cautiously, hoping that the question wouldn't make Evelyn feel in any way uneasy, ad the idea did to Elyse herself.
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Post by Evelyn Lily on Sept 28, 2007 21:35:11 GMT
Evelyn was surprised. On her first day, she had slept. And slept. And slept. And slept. She hadn't eaten. She just felt like being difficult; she had no interest in food, only sleep. She hadn't washed her hair for ages and it had been tied up in a messy ponytail. But here Elyse was, apparently happy and content, skimming stones.
She thought for a few silent moments where nothing could be heard but the wind gushing past the trees and the sound of the stones. I'm gonna be honest. Life isn't the best. I'd much rather be at home right now. I'm sure you would be too. But it's not like a scene from Annie. They don't make us scrub stairs with a rusty old bucket and dirty cloth. I like to think of it as sharing a home with all your friends. People are really nice here, you'll make friends easily. Evelyn had to take a deep breath after that long paragraph of words. She actually felt quite guilty for telling Elyse the truth. She figured Elyse would pack her bags immediately when they returned to the hostel.
She didn't know what to say to Elyse's last question. As long as Mr Carnem sees it necessary, I guess, she said simply. The tone in her voice could have been mistaken for a grudge for the said hostel owner. Truth was, she had never met him. Her father had left her outside with her suitcase when he left to have a 'adult talk' and she had never seen Carnem roam his hallways. [/size][/center] |
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