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Post by Fel on Sept 1, 2011 19:32:44 GMT -5
Robin jumps up on the stone bench and holds out her arms for balance. She walks across in a waveringly straight line before jumping down and landing on her two feet. Her blond and silver hair is tied back in a loose ponytail and strands hang like a curtain on both of her face. "I am five years old." She mutters, self-condeming. Robin shakes her head and starts walking like a normal person. She has to remind herself that she is not supposed to be taking risks no matter how small. The voices inside of her head start again. You do not have to be afraid of every hole in your path. The deeper one rumbles. Not if you let me protect you. She sighs and pushes her hair behind her ears. A few days ago she had begun hearing voices but now they were beginning to gain individuality. It makes her wonder if she's a schizophrenic now.
We are hardly imaginary... A female voice mumbles, sounding hurt.
Idiot! Let us out and you'll see that we're real! A loud yell drowns out the female and makes her wince.
Shut up. Don't be violent towards Robin. The first voice says dryly.
"You all need to go away." She mutters. They fall silent like they actually mean to listen to her. She is going crazy, she thinks, if Sheer was here she could ask him for sure. Unfortunately, Sheer had been more often missing than not.
She pulls off her thin white jacket she throws it on a strip of grass that's overshadowed by a jade and lilac tree. She sits down on the jacket in the shade and leans against the tree trunk. Even though the summer air is heavy with the warm weather a cool breeze sweeps across the ground and ruffles her hair.
(Note: she's a summoner so she's hearing the voices of her familiars. She's not crazy ^^. But Holly shouldn't be able to read her mind because the familiars would block her.)
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Post by Margaret Fox on Sept 1, 2011 20:16:13 GMT -5
Holly walked about, her back pack on her shoulders. She was dressed in a hippie-like shirt that was made out of a light fabric, but baggy. She was so glad that 'skin tight' clothing style was out, and done with. The lower half of her body was squished into a year old pair of jeans. Being a high school student, and being on a parental allowance, meant shopping at the goodwill. The goodwill wasn't that bad, hell, she'd considered working there. There was in fact some treasures in there, and it was clean and some-what organized. She chewed on her lip, considering rather or not to stop and study that damn math journal she'd started. Holly didn't hate many things, but her and math are not on good terms. "Meh." she grumbled to her self.
She had finally, put little Emily in a daycare. It wouldn't be fair to either of them if she hadn't. Plus, the little baby Emily, was such a baby any more. She needed kids her own age, and Holly was all most positive the kid had never even come into contact with another little girl her age. Holly shook her head, annoyed with her self. She soon found that she had walked and thought at the same time, and had walked right past her dorm building. She groaned doing an unhappy wiggle. She walked in a circle, and saw a girl, doing that same as her, walking around. "Got nothing better to do." she walked over to the girl. "Hi." she mused, putting on a slim smile.
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Post by Fel on Sept 3, 2011 17:15:33 GMT -5
It's a girl.
Idiot, we can see that.
Who is she? A friend? Robin bites her lip, wishing that those voices would be quiet. They are starting to make it hard for her to focus. It seems to her that they always have to give their annoying opinions. She smiles briefly at the girl, she recognizes her as one of the people who came from Havens, Holly. "Hey, I'm Robin. Nice to meet you." She says politely.
She doesn't really know why the girl is just now starting to talk to her. They certainly seem to always be part of the trouble around the school, mostly she just watches them try and figure it all out. Even after all this time there isn't much meshing between the people of the two schools. Sheer is probably the only exception, there's hardly a day where she doesn't see him trying to mess with the girls who haven't caught on to his terrible reputation yet.
She leans back against the wet trunk of the tree and pulls the hairband out of her hair so it hangs limply over her shoulders.
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Post by Margaret Fox on Sept 5, 2011 17:42:37 GMT -5
Holly nodded, pressing her lips together in a smile slightly. 'this was so stupid'. She thought to her self. She should have just kept on walking. But she didn't, and now, she had trapped her self. He brain began to wonder, as it thought about the name. Robins, those were pretty birds, she'd seen them a few times actually. They weren't rare, but Holly, to her self at least, thought birds were pretty cool. She had in fact, tried to go bird watching, but she lasted about 5 minuets. Birds were good in small doses. Holly blinked, remembering that she wasn't exactly alone. "Oh, sorry." she said. It sucked getting lost in your own head. "Robin, right. Sorry, I'm Holly." she snorted a small laugh, mostly at her self. She didn't bother reading the girls mind, she was trying her best to give people their space. So fare,s he was doing pretty decently. "So... I haven't like, seen you 'round hear before, did you go to the Havens?" 'please for the love of god tell me I didn't just totally ignore this girl at the Havens..' she thought to herself. That would look really bad on her part. "Uh...hehheheh.." she said, scratching the back of her head. "Not to good at small talk." she said, talking about her self.
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Post by Fel on Sept 8, 2011 17:47:29 GMT -5
Robin blushes and looks at the ground, all to conscious of the awkward atmosphere that's hanging over them, even though Holly had come over to talk to her on her own she doesn't look to Robin like she's happy to talk to her. Maybe Robin is just being paranoid, thinking like that. She smiles, trying to make Holly feel better. "We've both got nature-ish names." She pointed out, instantly feeling like an idiot. Robin laughs and lets it slide, no one's perfect after all.
"No, I've been at Castle for the last two years, not Havens." She shrugs, reflecting that that's the first thing everyone asks each other; Havens or Castle? Robin wonders if that will be a problem later but there haven't been any issues yet so she guesses that everything will stay fine. The corners of her lips twitch at Holly's comment about not being good at small talk. Robin can understand that well enough. "I'm guess that you're from Havens, then. Right?" She feels obligated to check and make sure. After that she's not sure what to say. Then she settles for something easy. "Do you play any instruments? Dance or anything?" Most people don't, but since music and dance take up such a big part of Robin's life she figures that it's something appropriate to talk about. In the back of her mind she wonders if it's a selfish thing to talk about but then she pushes the thought away.
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