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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 18, 2011 22:45:38 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Storms.
They bring an unseeable strength that rages through this particular mutant's veins. The perspiration in the sky, the mountainous clouds, the rolling thunder--
Yes, a storm is when a girl named Lin feels most alive.
It's also, (conveniently), the time she decides to train. And what better place to practice than her old training grounds? The grounds she grew up in as a child, and met the person who lead the group she fought so proudly for today? So, Lin-- who stared solemnly outward, stood at attention with her arms clasped tightly at her side. The lake rippled in the breeze, and although the sky was only a faint tint of gray-- it became increasingly obvious that a storm was building, and that this solemn figure could sense it.
And when the small choppy waves began to form outward in the large lake-- unsettling the previous clear and beautiful water-- the girl raised her arms as the wind picked up, and the water became still once again. Lin's hair lashed around her head, yet they lake's surface remained a clear sheet of glass. The few raindrops that fell seemed to be consumed by the waters and became still, no ripples emerging from their decent.
And the girl, like the water, remained perfectly still. Stewn in concentration-- like a statue. And she was so focused on her job at hand, that she didn't notice the sounds of footsteps that paced along the ground behind her.
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Post by tehchessie on Jul 18, 2011 23:30:54 GMT -5
Samantha always had a knack for getting lost in a good book especially when they were about dragons, fairies and princess'. Somehow she would lose herself so much she was oblivious to everything around her.
With her red hair clipped up messily she walked engrossed in one of her favourite fables. The book was brown with a picture of a mermaid on front. It was worn and looked like it had been read other a thousand times, which was probably close to the truth. Her hands lightly touched the pages as she turned them slowly.
In the morning, her father called her and, stroking her long golden hair, slipped a lovely carved flower into her locks . . .
"There Now you can go to the surface. You'll breathe air and see the sky.
As she read the words she hadn't noticed she had reached the small lake. For some reason she would always walk towards large spances of trees when she was engrossed in reading. The sky didn't even seem to drag her from her book. It wasn't until a small droplet of water landed on her page that she looked up at the dark and dreary sky.
"Oh no. Where am I now?" she asked herself looking around until her eyes came upon a woman standing rather still. She look extremely focused on the water as the droplets landed and joined with the large body of water. Not wanting to disturb her focus Samantha walked over to a nearby tree for cover and opened her book. Although she didn't read she just looked at the woman with a tilted head.
I wonder what she's doing? Then again I wonder how I get back to the dorms..Oh gosh! I hope it doesn't rain! Her thoughts are a constant stream of blabber and they were coming just as fast s they were going.
Notes: The little mermaid extract (c) Grimm Brothers |
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 19, 2011 10:43:21 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Nineteen year old Lin was focused on all the water of the world around her. When the first few raindrops fell from the sky, and became attached to the grass-- she knew where every single one hit.
And now, just now, it hit something that wasn't here before.
Lin's eyes opened wide, before narrowing into slits-- the water ontop of the lake instantly returning to it's previous turmoil when she dropped her arms quickly to her side. Slowly, she turned around-- spotting a girl, maybe a year or two younger than her, standing under a tree with a rather thick book opened in her hands.
Warily, Lin took one step back-- there was a girl in the freedom fighter that could manipulate ink in such a way that whatever she wrote down on flesh would come true in effect. There was no telling what type of powers that could come from merely reading from a book-- but then again, this girl could simply like reading.
And then again, Lin was also trespassing on school property. It didn't matter that she was a mutant, or that she graduated from here-- she should've brought it up with Markswell.
"I'm sorry," the freedom fighter said after a moment of eying the new girl. She gave a slight dip of her head, a custom where she lived now, and backed up a few more steps. "I didn't realize anyone was here. I will leave."
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Post by tehchessie on Jul 19, 2011 18:33:53 GMT -5
Staring wasn't polite yet somehow Samantha's mind couldn't process that line. She continued to look at the woman. She had long browinsh hair which she was trying to recall seeing around the school. This woman certainly didn't look like any person she'd seen around school. Then again most of the time she had her head stuck in a book.
Her eyes slowly moved over to the lake where water was doing the unthinkable. It was moving around without the help of glass or even a strong current.
By now Samantha should have been used to the idea of mutants, to the idea that out there in the world there could be all kinds of people with powers but her mind, which was always in a book, didn't want to believe what her eyes saw.
The water returned to the lake and as it did her blue orbs snapped to her page quickly. As if she just realised she was staring. The words for the first time in her life seemed like a mix of letters and words that didn't make sense. So she pretended to read.
"I'm Sorry. I didn't realize anyone was here. I will leave." The woman spoke rather shortly and formally then took a few steps back.
There wasn't a seconds delay as the words rushed out of her pink lips, "No, no! You were here first, I should leave!" Her words were spoken rather quickly as she scrambled to stand up with her book -now closed- in her hand.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 20, 2011 17:37:39 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Lin arched an eyebrow. Or two eyebrows. She had never really gotten the whole ‘one-eyebrow’ thing, and never could master it. She smiled faintly, at the girl’s almost nervousness. “But I’m not really supposed to be here,” she responded slowly, stepping backwards another two times. A pause, Lin giving the girl another up and down glance Curiosity was overtaking her. She hardly ever talked to anyone outside the freedom fighters—and the opportunity was to do so was right in front of her. “You go to the school, correct? You look like one of Markswell’s students,” she guessed, despite herself. Now if she wasn’t, that would be a slight problem—
Lin gave a glance towards the sky, almost disappointed by this small storm. If you could call it one. The clouds (oh, so few) were small, and a light shade of gray—hardly worthy of being called a storm. But they released rain, and that was what was most important in storm classification. That, and—a roll of thunder, right on cue.
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