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Post by horselover on May 16, 2015 16:56:44 GMT
The ginger-haired girl walked through the Stilts, weaving around people and trying to take in everything at once. She took out a leather-bound notebook and began to sketch life as a Red, a Red in a low city. People with dark circles under their eyes, walking as though beaten down. She took her pencil and drew furiously.
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Post by spottedleaf on May 16, 2015 17:14:15 GMT
A pretty girl with dark blue eyes and brown hair, fading to gold on the tips from the sun, walked up to the girl, a small, beat up notebook in hand, and a pencil tucked into it. She gave a small smile. "Hi. I'm Ella," she said somewhat shyly.
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Post by horselover on May 16, 2015 17:15:29 GMT
"Hi Ella, I'm Poppy," she said in a quiet voice.
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Post by spottedleaf on May 16, 2015 17:19:02 GMT
She smiled. "Nice to meet you, Poppy," Ella said. "Do you mind if I draw with you?" Ella loved drawing but wasn't exactly the best at it, so she enjoyed calligraphy in her spare time. If, of course, she had enough time, paper, and ink to spare.
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Post by horselover on May 16, 2015 17:20:09 GMT
"That would be great," Poppy said, now drawing houses in the backround.
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Post by spottedleaf on May 16, 2015 17:29:51 GMT
Ella grinned. "Thanks," she said gratefully, beginning to lightly draw an elaborate letter. Calligraphy was an art form she actually was good at, but nobody had ever noticed. Except her brother, before he was sent to the war.
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chandler
Poor Silver
i was the box. the silvers had the key. i was looking for the lock.
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Post by chandler on May 16, 2015 18:06:40 GMT
locke[pronounced lock] was rushing through stilts. they were after him, and he knew it. they had seen him. recignized him. and now they were chasing him.[ooc:these silvers are indescript. i haven't earned them, there just chasing him] they yelled behind him, screaming for him to stop. his only hope was to blend in. he spotted two girls and ran over to them."hello ladies, would you mind if i sit with you?" he asked. he knew he was classicaly handsome, and he hoped his charm would still show underneath the layer of soot.
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Post by spottedleaf on May 16, 2015 18:34:36 GMT
Ella flashed him a smile. "Not at all," she replied casually, looking to Poppy for her approval.
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Post by horselover on May 16, 2015 18:50:21 GMT
Poppy blushed and nodded. "Of course," she mumbled, looking at the ground now. It wasn't every day you saw a guy this handsome in The Stilts.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 16, 2015 18:58:44 GMT
A short, sort of pretty girl was standing just a little ways away from the group. She walked over, her dirty blond hair twirling on the breeze, and said in a soft, almost unnoticeable voice, "hi, I'm- I'm Kristen."
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Post by spottedleaf on May 16, 2015 19:05:16 GMT
Ella gave her a warm smile. "Hello. I'm Ella," she greeted
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Post by nightwhisper on May 16, 2015 19:17:03 GMT
Kristen gave a faint, shy smile.
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Post by horselover on May 16, 2015 19:26:23 GMT
"Hey Kristen, I'm Poppy." she said, then turned to the new boy. "We didn't get your name.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 16, 2015 19:29:04 GMT
Kristen looked over at him, wondering who he was.
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chandler
Poor Silver
i was the box. the silvers had the key. i was looking for the lock.
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Post by chandler on May 16, 2015 21:21:21 GMT
[one of the girls could like me. it would be a huge plot twist for him, becasue he is...you know...]
he took a moment to relize they were talking to him. "oh, me? my name is locke."
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