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Post by nightwhisper on May 19, 2015 23:48:22 GMT
The girl sat on a little wooden stool in front of a wooden hut in the forest, sharpening her knife on a stone. She didn't really mean to look menacing, but she tended to: she had dark brown hair and amber eyes, and her face had so many unique angles to it, making deep hollow that made her look beautifully terrifying. And it didn't help that she always carried her knife. She loved that knife. It had been her fathers, but he died long ago, and now it was her handiest tool. She'd used it to cut down the trees with which she built her house and the very stool she was sitting on. It had taken a while (it wasn't a particularly large knife), but it had been worth it. Now she had something to be proud of, not to mention someplace to live. It also provided her with something to do whenever she was bored. There were always some little chores that could be done. Always. She put the rock she had been using down and grabbed a chunk of wood from the scrap pile. It was long, but it was thin, too thin to be used for any furniture. She began to whittle it into a spear-like object, smiling as she worked. |
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Post by spottedleaf on May 20, 2015 0:07:04 GMT
Jennifer trekked silently through the forest, carving an arrow from a bbranch of wood with her small knife. She caught sight of the girl, and approached her. "Hello," she said softly, pleased to find someoneto talk to.
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 1:04:00 GMT
a boy, about eleven, crept out from behind a tree, face streaked with soot and dirt. though he was young, his eyes were hard, as his innocence had been stolen from him when he was forced to watch his family die before his eyes. well, as of now, eye. his left eye was covered by a black patch. underneath there was nothing but raw red skin. he sat there watching, chest aching as he waited for someone to notice him.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2015 1:58:01 GMT
She looked up and said, "hi," but she wasn't looking at the girl. She was looking behind her, at a boy. She gave him a small, welcoming smile and casually held some bread in her hand, her eyes inviting him to come take it. She then focused on the girl and nodded.
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 2:23:16 GMT
he narrowed his eye, then cautiously crept over and grabbed the bread, never letting his eye leave her face. when he had the bread and she still seemed like no threat, he relaxed a bit and nodded to her in greeting.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2015 2:26:31 GMT
"What's you name?" she asked him.
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 2:30:34 GMT
he winced, but said nothing. the boy looked around for something, before sighing, and dropping to his knees on the ground. he used a finger to trace letters into the dirt until it read 'mouse'.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2015 2:37:20 GMT
She tilted her head so that she could see the writing. "Mouse?" she said, finally able to decipher the writing (the breeze began to mess it up slightly). "Is you name Mouse?"
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 2:38:39 GMT
he held up his hand and moved it form side to side quickly in a 'sorta' kinda way. he couldn't really explain. then he nodded. yes, he wanted to be called mouse, no it wasn't his birth name.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2015 2:48:14 GMT
"Can you talk?" she asked, her voice slightly gentler now. She'd had a mute sister back before she came to live in the Forest, so she understood. More or less.
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 2:51:46 GMT
he shook his head and hung his head, face burning in shame. he must look like a total wimp.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2015 3:03:01 GMT
"Hey," she said soflty, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok." Then, "my sister couldn't talk either." She wanted him to know that she of all people would understand and not think less of him.
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 3:06:53 GMT
he lifted his one eyed gaze toward her, blue eye simply sad and doubtful. he watched her for a moment before relaxing and nodding a little, shooting her a grateful glance.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2015 3:12:18 GMT
"How long have you lived in the forest, Mouse?" she asked gently, placing a piece of paper and a pencil in front of him. She thought that might make it easier, and she knew he could write based on the way he wrote his name in the dirt.
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Post by leo on May 20, 2015 3:14:40 GMT
his eyes lit up at the sight of the paper and he eagerly grabbed it. he gripped the pencil in his hands like his life depended on it, and he began to write, scribbling away at the piece of paper.
I've lived in the forest for three years and seven days,
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