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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 17:24:57 GMT -5
Samara opened her eyes. She was in an old cabin with a note in her hand. She knew what it meant. She was of age, of course. Long past, really. She had known what was coming for years. In reality, she was surprised that it had taken them this long. She put on the dress they had left her. It was probably out of style and it was severely inappropriate for where they had left her. She, of course, was to go into the town and live there, like her mother had said. She set out, lost and dazed. (ooc. dress : media.photobucket.com/image/black%20victorian%20style%20dress/figure8studio/000_1527.jpg ) |
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 17:31:46 GMT -5
Essa was wandering through the woods. Just looking for something to get her mind off things. She could feel the new cuts along her arms and pulled her sleeves down to hide them ashamed. First steeling now this. Her eyes closed and she prayed, meaning it.
She had her head down not paying attention to where she was going. Until she bummped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said looking up.
(ooc. changing Essa's plan...)
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 17:45:11 GMT -5
Samara stepped back quickly, not sure what to say. She then moved onto the side and started walking past her. That's what she had always done before. That's what you did right? Let the other person walk on the road and you walk on the side? Right?
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 17:50:33 GMT -5
Essa smiled.
"Are you alright?" she asked gently. What right did she have to judge if someone was okay?
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 18:12:39 GMT -5
Samara looked at the girl. And looked around. And shook her head.
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 18:18:49 GMT -5
Essa smiled.
"I could show you around if you like." she said. "I'm Essa, You are?"
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 18:20:33 GMT -5
"Samara." She said, weakly. "It's ..nice to meet you, Essa."
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 18:26:50 GMT -5
Essa smiled sweetly.
"Pleasure to meet you as well." she said. "The town is this way, she said pointing.
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 18:33:26 GMT -5
She nodded. She looked at her dress. Soooo not appropo for this enviroment or place. What were her kinsmen thinking? Oh, right, getting her out of there. Just makes her feel so special....
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 18:38:21 GMT -5
Essa looked the girl over. She was very pretty, briallant eyes, beautiful hair.
"Your dress fits you well." Essa said. "Might not be what town's people would wear, but it fits you. Don't be nervous, no one will judge you for clothing. Except for the rich, and their opinion's are only worth money."
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 18:43:29 GMT -5
She put a hand over her left ear, clamping them as though to block out sound, but really to put them out of sight.
She nodded. Maybe they wouldn't mind her clothes. But she did. But how did Essa know?
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 18:51:44 GMT -5
"Are you from around here?" Essa asked. She could see the girl was still nervous, maybe it wasn't the dress...
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 18:57:47 GMT -5
She shook her head.
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Post by essa on May 25, 2010 19:00:49 GMT -5
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Post by Samara Diavolo on May 25, 2010 19:04:44 GMT -5
"What is this place like?" She rasped out.
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