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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Apr 9, 2012 14:02:34 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm As Alexa felt her head start spinning, she could feel her good mood washed down the metaphorical drain. Today had started off so promisingly. She hadn't been overcome by a vision in the past few days. There had been some nasty sights, sure, but nothing had made her physically sick or anything since maybe a week ago. Dealing with headaches and stuff was no problem. But this one wouldn't be good, she could tell. Usually she can't feel them coming, but there's always exceptions. And the exceptions are the worst.
She'd been trying to read. After spending so much time actually making friends and everything, she'd gotten quite a bit behind on her homework, which wasn't particularly good. Today she hadn't had any plans, though, so she figured that it would be good to do all the things she'd been putting off and maybe get a head start on other things, if she had the time.
It was hard to read, though, when she had to fight to see straight.
She was slipping...
There was a long, crooked sidewalk. It was raining, and she was running. Her high heels made it hard, but there wasn't time to take them off. She was probably slowly breaking her ankles, but the adrenaline kept the pain away. She just had to run. Her makeup ran down the sides of her face and the tears made her brown hair stick to her face. She could hear him closing in on her, and she needed to stop focusing on herself and just figure out how to get out of there. Run, run, run, god dammit, run!
Alexa couldn't bear to watch, but she had to because there was no stopping these things. She was forced to watch as the nameless girl was caught and the actions played out in her mind.
When it finally let her go, she found herself staring up at the ceiling. That was curious. Last she remembered, she had been seated at a desk. It took a moment to realize that she was on the floor beside the desk. It took another moment to realize that she couldn't move.
So that was a problem. She didn't remember falling onto the floor and she thought she'd feel it if she had, so maybe she'd actually laid down before her body locked up. Whatever it was, she didn't particularly like it. Luckily, though, she was in the back of the library. She preferred it over there, since most people stuck to the front. There was very little back here, and thus the perfect place for someone subject to fits like this.
Since there wasn't much she could do, Alexa ended up just closing her eyes and waiting for it to pass. It always did. She just wasn't sure when that would be this time.
So much for getting homework done. The only thing she could really do now was hope to God that nobody happened to wander back here. She didn't think she could take the embarrassment. It was bad enough seeing these things. What's would be worse is peoples' reactions to her just sort of laying there awkwardly on the library floor.
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Apr 13, 2012 14:20:27 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Wren had consumed copious amounts of candy and Artemis had homework to do, so it was to the library with the Swedish boy. He didn’t mind his roommate by any means and the other boy’s energy was often invited, but when Artie had homework to do he needed peace and quiet. He needed to concentrate on his English and that was difficult to do with Wren on a candy fix. Nothing bad to say about Wren, he just needed some quiet to finish a few quick assignments. He was a bright kid, smart and good at school, but his English needed a bit of work still and he was doing all that he could to improve that. It was incredibly frustrating to not know how to talk to someone. He was getting plenty of help, but he tried any and all options in hopes of making this process go faster.
As Artemis made his way to the library he probably resembled someone in the drama class, dressed in his usual eccentric preference of military-esque clothing. A military jacket matched with a ruffled dress shirt, straight leg pants and combat boots. And the pièce de résistance, a Soviet army officer hat with pieces of his fluffy blond hair poking out from under it. Curling around the rim and the visor and around his little ears. Whatever people thought of his choice of clothing he didn’t really care. Generally when anyone had something mea or negative to say he just stopped paying attention and used his poor English as a way to simply not hear it. He didn’t really care. He couldn’t please everyone. Whatever they thought about him wasn’t his concern. He had a “haters gunna’ hate” attitude when it came to how people viewed him, which was probably for the better. Sure, Artemis was tall but he was lanky and resembled a noodle and really had very little force to him both physically and with his words.
It wasn’t long before Artie found himself in the library, making his way to the usual spot he chose. Quite frequently he would find Alexa at a nearby table, which was always a pleasant surprise for him. Only this time she wasn’t actually at the table itself, she was on the floor. Artie came up behind her and set his bag on the floor, crouching beside her with his head tilted to the side. “You are okay?” [/color] he asked, accent thick and voice gentle. He extended one of his dainty little hands for her to take, offering to help her back onto her feet. “Someone might step on you,”[/color] he voiced, slightly concerned as to why she was on the floor. He hoped she was alright and not feeling ill or even injured. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: idk WEARING: this NOTES: that's fine c: wrote this on my phone [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Apr 14, 2012 8:37:50 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm A few moments later, she noticed someone approaching, but she didn't dare open her eyes to look. It would just be completely humiliating. She tried to figure out if she could move yet, but it still looked rather iffy. God. She hoped the person didn't actually see her. Or if they did, maybe they'd just assume she had fallen asleep or something. That seemed plausible enough. Maybe they'd think she just had a particularly rambunctious roommate and she went to the library because it was quiet. The thought allowed her to calm down at least a little.
It was terrifying, being stuck like this. She didn't know when things would fix themselves, and her biggest fear anytime she was struck with some sort of hideous reaction to a vision, was that she would be forced to live with it forever. What if she was permanently paralyzed now? She didn't want to think about it.
No matter what she hoped they thought, though, the person did notice her. She could almost feel them staring at her, and she heard them put their bag down and crouch next to her. She was about ready to totally lose it inside, when they started talking.
Never before had she been so relieved to hear Artie's broken English. Since the first time they met, she'd been more comfortable around him than... well, anyone, really. Anyone outside her family, at the very least. She opened her eyes when he asked if she was alright, hoping her relief wasn't evident on her face. The paranoia thing wasn't really flattering, and she didn't want him to know how she'd been feeling.
"Oh. Artie. Hi. Um. Well, I suppose I feel alright. I don't think I can move, though, is the problem," she said. She was proud of how calm she sounded, especially when the only thing her head was saying was Oh God, Artemis. I am so glad it's you and not someone else. Thank you for being here you're the greatest I was so afraid it'd be someone else.
But she found another fear rendered unnecessary when she managed to take his hand. Apparently, it wouldn't be permanent. Not this time.
"I guess that's over, though," she said awkwardly as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. "It's weird, though. I don't remember actually falling to the floor. I sort of just woke up looking at the ceiling." |
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Apr 15, 2012 18:33:24 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Artemis was concerned for Alexa, concerned for why she was on the floor and whether she was hurt. Maybe she was having blood sugar problems or got tired or something. He couldn’t be sure but he was trying to keep a positive outlook on Alexa’s current state of health. It didn’t occur to him until well after his initials assumptions that it could have something to do with her power, which seemed the most logical explanation. He spoke quietly to her so as not to disturb anyone else in the library, and also because he doubted she would want any attention drawn to herself. He could remember once when his brother had gotten sick to his stomach while at school and was more embarrassed for having vomited in front of his friends than he was concerned for his health. People didn’t generally like to have that sort of attention drawn on them.
Her eyes finally fluttered open and he tilted his head to the other side as he watched him, shifting his weight from one foot to the next and looking down at her with worry. “You can’t?” [/color] he repeated quizzically, wondering what sort of help he should offer in this case. “I can get someone?”[/color] Maybe the school nurse could help or something. He wasn’t quite sure, Artemis just knew that she shouldn’t really be kept lying on the floor like this. She could get hurt even more than she might be already. But she grabbed his hand and he pulled her up to at least a sitting position, putting his other hand on her shoulder in case she needed more support. “You are okay now,”[/color] he smiled, glad it was all over with and she was back to her usual self. Sort of. She should probably take it easy but otherwise she seemed fine. “You’re welcome,”[/color] he continued to smile, raising on to his feet and offering his hand once again. “Think you can get up? Will help if you fall, don’t worry.”[/color] His other hand, the one that wasn’t offered to her, adjusted his hat a bit so it wasn’t tilted in his face, proceeding to tuck a few hairs away so they weren’t brushing against his lashes. Sometimes his hair could be a bit of a nuisance, even if people constantly informed him of how fluffy and delightful it was. “Want me to get you anything? Drink or snack?”[/color] He might have a chocolate bar in his bag and water bottle in his bag, actually. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: 420 WEARING: this NOTES: dododoo [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Apr 16, 2012 15:11:26 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Sitting upright was already such a strain that she didn't see herself getting off the ground anytime soon. Still, she'd been surprised enough to find that she could sit up, so she figured she would try, once she could psych herself into doing so. Her brain still felt sort of fuzzy, like after waking up from sleep.
He offered her something to fill her stomach, which she turned down."No, it's alright," she said, shaking her head. "I'm okay. It's just these stupid visions. I wish I knew why they did this to me. It doesn't make any logical sense," She let go of his hand as he stood up, taking a moment to just breathe. She pushed her bangs from her face nervously, wishing she wasn't so aware of Artemis standing over her. She was glad it was him, and she was certainly that he was concerned and everything, but she was afraid of... she wasn't even really sure what she was afraid of. The nervousness was sort of always just there. It didn't matter if it was irrational- she'd still feel it.
After a moment's hesitation, Alexa took his hand again, letting him help her stand up. She felt her muscles protest, but as she pushed against, she felt things loosen up again. Thank God, she thought. Things could have been so much worse. This was actually okay, in comparison.
She realized after a while that she was clutching Artemis' arm so tightly that it was probably hurting him, at which point she released him much too fast. She stumbled slightly but caught herself by grabbing the table. To avoid falling again, she slid back into the chair she had been sitting in to work. "This is stupid," she sighed, propping her elbows on the table and resting her forehead in her palms. "...Is it too late to change my mind about the something to drink? Because water would be awesome."
The whole thing made Alexa feel completely pathetic. She couldn't even stand on her own, for God's sake. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, either. She just hoped that Artie didn't mind standing here and watching her learn how to move again. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn't be better, but, as she had reminded herself a moment ago, the fear was always there.
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Apr 30, 2012 5:35:17 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this He supported her as best as he could, a hand on her back just under her shoulder blade in case she got dizzy or needed support and the other hovering to serve any needed purpose. He hated seeing Alexa like this. So weak and fragile. He hated knowing that her visions could be crippling. If he could switch powers with her he would in a heartbeat, because at least then she wouldn’t be plagued with such violent visions that left her in dangerous positions like temporarily paralyzed on the floor. “You are sure?” [/color] he clarified, willing to do whatever he needed to make sure she was okay. “Maybe teacher will know,”[/color] he suggested quietly. He often had to remind himself that he was in a library and needed to be softer. “Does it happen every time?”[/color] He certainly hoped it didn’t. It wasn’t long before Artemis was standing and offering her a hand up, the other hand ready to help hold her up if it was needed. She seemed hesitant but he could understand why, so he made sure his grip on her hand was tight and reassuring as he pulled her upwards. He could feel the protest of her muscles and tried to pull her up as gently as he could, grabbing her arm with his other hand to help support her some more. Once she was on two solid feet his hand went to her shoulder, keeping a hold of her hand still just to be sure. He wasn’t even aware of her grip on his arm until well after he was sure that she was upright and wouldn’t fall. He looked down at her hand as she let him go and loosened his grip on her in the mean time, which resulted in Alexa nearly falling. “I’m sorry,”[/color] he expressed. Sorry that she had to go through this. Sorry that he hadn’t caught her. “No, no, I get it for you.”[/color] Artemis somewhat flailed one of his hands at her while he rummaged through his bag and removed a fresh bottle of water for her, twisting the cap open and handing it to her. “Sit,”[/color] he suggested while pulling the chair out for her. “Take it easy. Baby steps.”[/color] He didn’t want her to push herself too far and end up hurting herself even further. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: idk WEARING: this NOTES: shit [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on May 3, 2012 13:30:52 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Once she was seated safely at the desk, Alexa did her best to calm herself down. There was no point in negativity about the whole thing. That would only make it harder to accept. Instead, she took a drink of the water Artemis had given her and concentrated on things that weren’t so confusing. Like breathing. Breathing was simple. She could do that.
She declined any offer he had to go get someone else to help her. She and the nurse were on good terms by now, but she always felt like she was bothering the woman whenever Alexa had to go get help from her. At any rate, there wasn’t really all that much that anyone could do but wait until things went back to normal.
After a few moments of Artie hovering awkwardly over her, she pushed the chair next to hers out from the desk using her foot. ”Sit, she said, once she had both feet back on the floor. The goal was to draw the conversation away from her. Dwelling on it too much was unhealthy.
”So, what are you doing today?” she asked Artie once he was seated beside her. ”Anything exciting?”
Alexa took another drink of water, wondering if that was helping at all. Either way, she thought it might feel Artie feel better to see her hydrating herself or something.
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on May 6, 2012 15:57:02 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Alexa was someone that Artemis cared for rather deeply, and he knew that part of that had to do with the fact that she was the first person he had met here. The first friend he had made in America, let alone in school. The first year in the country had been spent trying to merely learn the language; no room for companions. Alexa was sweet and in his eyes didn’t deserve what her body and her power were doing to her. He pulled up an extra chair and sat down to her front and side, leaning against one of the little cubicles the library was littered with his legs crossed under his chair. One hand supporting his head and the other in his lap. She didn’t want help and he didn’t blame her for that, so he would simply stay with her until she felt well enough to travel back to her dorm or a classroom or wherever she so pleased. When she did choose to move he would most definitely be helping her there. Until then he stayed where he was, sitting as she instructed him to.
“Nothing important,” [/color] he replied. “Wren wants to get more candy but he doesn’t need me,”[/color] he continued with the smallest of shrugs. “So now I spend the day with you, if is okay.”[/color] His streak of fairly well spoken English ended but it was only a matter of time before that happened. He forgot the little things a lot of the time and most people didn’t really think to correct him. It was even worse when he was writing. About ten times worse. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: idk WEARING: this NOTES: c: [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on May 6, 2012 20:32:47 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Alexa brightened a bit when Artie mentioned Wren needing more candy. ”He’s going to eat himself to death,” she grinned. ”But it’s convenient that he keeps so much on hand. Massy and I always know where to go if we’re hungry,” she added after a moment.
They’d only broken in twice. Well, three times if you counted the time the door had been left open anyway. And they didn’t steal much, just enough to satisfy the cravings of two little blonde girls.
”Does he even share with you? If he makes you help him get more he should share, at least,” she said.
She was completely flattered and didn’t even know how to respond when Artemis offered to stay with her the rest of the day. It wasn’t really normal for her to have friends, much less ones that would drop everything and stay with her when she got sick. Even her sister didn’t always do that for her. Kelsi was normal, though. She didn’t understand what it was like to be completely at the mercy of something like this, and so it was hard to have patience for them all the time.
”Oh. Um. Yes, it’s okay. Thank you,” she said, hoping willpower was enough to keep her cheeks from flushing. ”But only if you want to,” she added in a rush. ”You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
She didn’t necessarily have a crush on Artemis, really. It just so happened that he was really sweet and adorable and liked spending time with her and sometimes it was hard to remember that he probably wasn’t even interested in her that way. She really didn’t believe that Artie could be interested in anyone, really. He was too... fluffy. He was fluffy and innocent and had bigger things to focus on than petty high school romance.
And that didn’t bother Alexa, either, because she also had other things to focus on. She needed to learn how to live without her mother present all the time. She had to learn how to control her power so it didn’t leave her so helpless all the time. When she wasn’t struggling with those things, well, there was friends to make and jewelry to make and things of that nature. Making things was okay. Making out was less so.
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on May 15, 2012 0:44:10 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Artemis couldn’t help but chuckle at her remark about Wren, agreeing far more than really should be necessary. He gave a crooked smile and nodded lightly with the gentlest of chuckles. “I tell him but don’t think he really listens,” [/color] he returned. He was glad to see her smiling, even if it was on the smaller side. He saw it as a sign that she was beginning to feel better which was, of course, what he wanted to see. “You two don’t have to sneak,”[/color] he informed her. “Can just ask me, will let you in.”[/color] His crooked smile grew ever so slightly and he adjusted his hat a bit. He doubted Wren would really be all that bothered. The candy stashed around various hiding spots within the dorm was constantly shrinking and growing. Impossible to keep track of. “Ja, he shares.”[/color] Him and Wren were rather close as far as friendships went. The boy was somewhat oblivious when it came to things like flirting. For instance, when there was the faintest of blushes to Alexa’s cheeks he didn’t really seem to notice. It simply didn’t occur to him that it could mean anything. All he was really focusing on was making sure his friend was okay, because he cared and he cared rather fiercely. “Is no problem, I promise.”[/color] He gave her a playful salute and in the process knocked his hat off of his head. It landed on the table and revealed his incredibly messy platinum hair. He picked it up and placed it lightly atop Alexa’s head, hoping she wouldn’t be worried about it messing her hair. It was a bit too big for her though and it looked silly. The good kind of silly. “Too big, hehe, but cute.”[/color] See, he didn’t really understand what he was saying, not as far as it being flirting could go. To him it was a simple compliment with innocent intentions. Perhaps he was simply that naïve, or perhaps it was the language barrier. Maybe a bit of both, who could tell really? “Is from Soviet Union.”[/color] But that was all that he knew. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: 400 WEARING: this NOTES: c: [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on May 17, 2012 16:36:31 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Alexa laughed a little at his answer about Wren not believing Artie when he told him that eating so much candy would be his end. ”I guess the best we can do now is buy something nice for his funeral. It’s important to be prepared for things like this,” she said. ”It’s good that he shares with you, though. That’ll slow down the process at least a little bit.” She shook her head to the idea of him helping them steal from him. ”It’s more fun this way. But thank you.”
She did appreciate the offer, of course, but the stifled giggles and tiptoes followed by the victorious munching of chocolate and assorted other candy items only brought her and Massy closer. Before coming to school, the only person she wouldn’t done anything of the sort with was Kelsi, and as they’d grown up, Kelsi had mostly lost interest in Alexa. Alexa was too strange and she never knew anything about what went on at school. Alexa got all the attention. In Kelsi’s opinion, there was no need to spend time with her sister when she was already getting so much time with their mother.
And Alexa did her best to deal with this. But she missed having a sister and a best friend. While Massy couldn’t exactly fill the former void, Alexa very much wanted someone whom she could be a little kid again with.
She felt silly wearing Artie’s hat, considering how big it was on her, but she found herself fighting back blushes again when he told her it was cute. Regardless of knowing how innocent it was. Regardless of trying so hard not to be interested. Regardless of just wanting friends.
Stop it. He’s your friend. Stop.
Crushes are ridiculous, and Alexa refused to stand for it. Why was it so impossible to control things like this? These were the beginnings of feelings she didn’t want.
She decided it was best to just stop thinking about it. If she ignored it, it wasn’t there. Instead, she decided to focus on what was going on around her.
”Where did you get it?” she asked, looking up towards the ceiling, where she could see a bit of the brim of the hat.
Artemis had the coolest clothes. It made her jealous. She loved clothes, but what with one income at home and three kids to take care of, she didn’t typically have more than necessary. That’s why she spent so much time making accessories, because they can totally change an outfit around.
Still. The clothes definitely did help. Homemade jewelry only gets one so far.
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Jun 3, 2012 5:03:12 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Artemis couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining Wren’s funeral highly resembling a live action Candy Land. “I would buy him candy,” [/color] he admitted. “In case he gets hungry.”[/color] Artemis fully believed in the afterlife. Life after death. He liked to think that the Egyptians and Japanese and other cultures had the right idea when they chose to burry their dead with food and jewels and pets. It only made sense that such things would be required in death. He would get lonely in the afterlife without a pet or something to play with. Well, I will only sometimes leave it unlocked.”[/color] This way it would sometimes be easy for them and sometimes be a nice challenge. Artie also made a note to remember which were the girls’ favorite sweets to leave in the candy loots. Maybe, just maybe, he’d try and find sneakier hiding places for the candy or make some sort of scavenger hunt. A candy themed scavenger hunt. Yes. He was going to do that tonight. A candy scavenger hunt for Massy and Alexa and hopefully they wouldn’t notice that it was intentional. Artemis adored doing things like this. He adored making little games like this just to bring smiles to people’s faces. It was the best part in having younger siblings, setting up fun little games like this for his little sisters and brother. It was fun to be silly. It was fun to see people happy. Smiles made the girl go round. Especially when they were Alexa’s smiles. She had a very lovely smile. “Far, my grandfather, got it for me. Don’t know where he got it from. Was a friend’s I think.”[/color] He sounded somewhat uncertain. All Artemis really knew was that it hadn’t been his grandfather’s directly, as his grandfather had been on the other site of the war. He hadn’t really thought to pay much attention when he was younger and could easily hear the stories, but now his grandfather was still in Swedish while he was here in America. Next time there was a visit he would certainly have to ask the story of the hat once again. Not all of his clothing was authentic military wear though. For the most part he simply found things online on Ebay and Etsy and went from there. Not all of it was authentic and he knew that, but that was okay with him. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: 400 WEARING: this NOTES: c: [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Jun 3, 2012 13:21:05 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Alexa was a bit taken aback when Artie mentioned buying candy for Wren if he would die. She knew, of course, of this being tradition in other cultures, but it seemed strange to her. In her mind, dead was dead. She tried to believe that there was something out there, but she didn’t know what, and she wasn’t sure that candy would be necessary, wherever it was.
With the death of her dad, brother, and stepmother, everything had seemed so final. For Ricky’s sake, the rest of the family promised themselves and each other that they’d see those they lost again, but she still wasn’t sure if that was true. There really wasn’t a way of knowing, was there? She supposed she’d just have to wait and see.
It was admirable, though, that Artemis had such strong faith. She wished she could think the same way he did.
”Sometimes sounds good,” she agreed. She didn’t want it to be too easy.
Alexa nodded appreciatively at his explanation. He didn’t sound particularly certain, but it was nice to know at least what he thought to be true. His broken English made it that much more amusing. She loved just listening to him talk.
”Is that where you get all of your things? From your grandfather?” she asked. ”Is he in America with you, or is he back in Sweden?” Alexa found clothes fascinating. If it had a story, it was always worth hearing. Not enough of her things had a past. She could think of a dress or two that she had that a great-great aunt or something had worn during the first World War, but that wasn’t nearly as exciting. |
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Jun 9, 2012 19:42:16 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Sometimes Artemis wished he had the ability to see where objects had been. See what pieces of his military gear had actually seen warfare. But then again, Artemis was a very sensitive soul. He doubted he would recover from seeing actual warfare. Sometimes he couldn’t even stand what his own power did. Seeing the fears of others. Making them come true. And then Artemis couldn’t help but wonder what sort of stuff Alexa saw. How much of it crippled her mentally as she had been physically crippled when he found her. Did she see horrible, awful things? He certainly hoped not. Alexa didn’t deserve such sadness in her life. She deserved sunshine and smiles.
He gave a small shake of his head to get such negative thoughts out of the way, though it appeared as though he was simply getting hair out of his way. “Not all, no,” [/color] he answered. “German and Russian Ebay, most of it. Sometimes Etsy. So not all of them are…euh…”[/color] He looked up at the ceiling to search for the word he wanted. “Autentiska,”[/color] he thought out loud, digging through his bag for the little dictionary he kept on him at all times. After flipping through a few pages he finally found the one he was looking for. “Authentic. Not all are authentic.”[/color] He seemed proud to have learned a new word. A vast majority of his extended family were still back in Sweden and bits of Holland, and while he visited whenever his parents had the extra money he still missed them something fierce. “In Sweden. He hate airplanes. Give me a lot and tell me stories about them. My other grandpa is from Russia, he gave me his old jacket from Soviet war but is too big for me.”[/color] He flailed his arms a bit as if he was proving that he was lanky and built like a string bean. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: 320 WEARING: this NOTES: c: [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Jun 14, 2012 12:18:14 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm If it was anyone else, Alexa might’ve been jealous of Artemis’ ability to find things like that online. She was miserable at navigating the internet. (That was mostly why she spent so much time in the library; if she needed help with homework, there was bound to be a book to help her. Her room only had the computer.) Since it was Artie that was doing it, though, she didn’t mind as much. He would probably offer to teach her, if she wanted him to.
”Well. It’s all still really cool, even if it’s not authentic,” she told him. ”I really like how you dress.”
It was interesting hearing Artemis talk about his family. Alexa wished she had people that she could go visit in other countries, but as it was, her family was rather small and they all lived in the United States, as far as she knew. She wondered how close a family could be if there was such distance between them. That had been a large worry when her parents had divorced, after all. Her dad had managed to stay just a house away, but she often though about what it might have been like if he had moved towns or even states away. Maybe he wouldn’t have died then, but perhaps his being practically unreachable would be worse than his being dead.
Closeness in her family was always very important. She didn’t know how it was with Artie’s, but she hoped that they all loved each other a lot.
She laughed a little at his arm flailing. ”Maybe you’ll grow into it,” she offered. But honestly, she couldn’t really see Artie being anything besides what he was now. He was born to be a skinny teenager with fluffy hair and interesting clothes. Then again, she didn’t like to think much about the future if she could help it. It just reminded her of her visions.
Speaking of visions, though, she seemed to be mostly recovered from the aftereffects of the last one.
”Artemis, I’m feeling a lot better now. Do you wanna go do something, maybe?” |
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