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Post by ash on Jul 8, 2009 22:45:16 GMT -7
The sun shone high in the sky signaling for about midday. But even some shadows clung here in the dead abandoned park. Slight sounds gave the impression something was there but nothing was ever seen. The breeze made the fragile limbs of the trees sway and blackened ashes sweep up into the breeze. No one ever came here anymore. Which was why it was the perfect place for someone who needed peace and quiet or for anyone who liked to draw.
Light brown hair swayed gently in the breeze as a pencil flew across the sketch book page. Slowly the image was forming of a grand park before it was destroyed. But could be again if anyone cared to try and replant everything. The hand holding the pencil was tanned lightly and moved quickly with confidence. Loose hair framed her face and swayed into her face with the breeze. A slight humming came from her lips as the tune ran through her head.
Brown eyes looked up to picture the grand park as she stopped drawing for a few minutes. Slowly the picture formed in her mind again. Leaning over her sketch book again her hand flew over the page quietly drawing a bench beside a path and in between a few trees. Sage smile and switch to humming some lullaby's her mother had used to sing to her. The sun warmed her back because of the blue shirt she had on. Of course though heat was attracted to dark objects.
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Post by evv on Jul 9, 2009 2:29:42 GMT -7
Grinding the dirt beneath his feet, a young man, in strange strapped garb, threw an over-sized sledge hammer onto his shoulder and settled it against the base of his neck. If a person were to look hard enough, they would notice a few vampire fangs and a couple of were-wolf claws strung up on a short string of thread that was wrapped around his throat. Only two of each, but for a child with no training, other than what life had offered, that was pretty impressive. Although his count was five, he hadn't had enough of a mind to pry out one of his father's fangs. For that reason, and that reason alone, he hoped that the old man was still alive. The sun was near signaling noon, gave him quite awhile to work-out. One hand gripped around the handle near the end, the other hanging loosely at his side. The damn thing was heavy, but If he wanted to wind up using it, he had be able to pick it up and swing it. He'd been able to swing it, but it was difficult, and he was very rather vulnerable before he swung it. Gritting his teeth, and straining every muscle in his body, he clenched his eyes shut and threw his entire being into that hammer, which came around his shoulder like and extension of his arm, his best swing yet, but, he hadn't been able to keep a hold of it and it flew, spinning wild and connecting into a tree about 20 feet away. "OH SHIT!" The words tore from his mouth like the cry of a surprised seagull taking flight off of a beach. He took off after the flying death wheel as it connected with the tree and fell to the ground like a lead weight. He reached it quickly, staying only about 5 feet behind it the whole time. Crouching down to take hold of the hammer he looked over to see a young woman with a pad of paper and a pencil standing about 5 feet away. "Um sorry," he apologized, the light of the sun shining onto his face, "It got away from me and I didn't think anyone else was out here. Sorry if a scared ya." Pulling at the fabric, around his neck, of the black wife beater he wore, he looked away. "Wait why are you out here?" He understood that a person could have a number of reasons for coming out here, but a human, without a weapon, no matter the time of day, was more than bait for the taking, or maybe that was exactly what she was; bait. Vambraces (worn around wrist and up to elbow)PantsShirtBoots |
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Post by ash on Jul 11, 2009 13:16:28 GMT -7
Sage shifted her weight from foot to foot so she had the image of swaying gently with the limbs on the tree. Looking up she thought she saw a shadow that didn't belong but it was gone before she could get a good look at. Ghosts. She loved them. Well mysteries in general. But Ghosts mostly. Looking at the sketch book, she lightly shaded the shadow. It was just a hint darker then the other shades. Barely noticeable like the little shadow earlier. Grinning, she took a step closer to the park and wondered what it would take to make the park beautiful like it once was. Looking from her picture to the destroyed park, Sage shook her head knowing it would take quite alot to restore the old park. All she can do is keep the little ghosts company.
The loud scream snapped her attention up in time to see a hammer connect with a tree about 5 feet from her. Gasping she moved quickly away from the not falling tree and tried not to get hit with the chunks that went flying. Crouching down several pieces flew over her back. Who was swinging hammers around here? Standing back up, Sage looked around and swatted at her jeans to get the splinters to fall off. "Um sorry," Sage glanced over to see the source of the trouble, and words, came from a boy standing near the fallen tree. "Its ok I'm due for a scare anyways. It keeps me aware." She smiled at him as she scanned the area. Her picture was done but she wasn't done drawing here. It was a nice place to draw at. Peace and since every one seemed to be scared away from places like this it left her plenty of fear free time.
Blinking at his question Sage smiled politely at him. "Oh I was drawing." Holding up her sketch book she showed him the grander version of what used to be this park. She did this out of habit though. Most people never saw what she did so they usually assumed she was drawing the dead lifeless things.
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