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Post by Christian Winters on Jul 31, 2008 0:11:51 GMT -5
the ending got all twisted ♥ [/size][/center]
In a town like Chelyabinsk, it seemed like everything was always in order. Like everything always had to be the same like it was every other day. The Genesis family doing their thing, the rebels trying to do theirs. To this day, Christian still didn't understand why they were in charge-- What was the sense of escaping a government just to put them back in place like that? Not to mention only got would know how they all managed to end up in probably the lone place in the world that escaped all the output and stress of a big life. Nowadays, it seemed stuff like that only happened in movies. And it seemed like Chelyabinsk was becoming more and more like a movie everyday.
Making sure his acoustic guitar was still leaning against the tree where he left it, Christian blew a stray tuft of hair out of his face. Though he wasn't a fan of the Genesis family, he couldn't lie. The palace was pretty damn amazing, not to mention the lake. Compared to their lake, at least. This one was beautifully maintaned, and they had everything they needed. But it wasn't like the rebels were rich, oh no. It was just lucky their hideout was still, well, a hideout. Throughout all the time they'd been trying to straighten out the city, it was a miracle that no one had followed them there. Or somehow secretly found out about it, but that was nothing to worry about as long as it didn't become public.
"Another day, another lie.
[/color]" The moment the words left his mouth, he let out a small sigh. Those words felt like the soundtrack of his life. Every day he had to live a lie, live like he wasn't trying to get rid of the richest family around. Or lie about the fact that... he missed his sister? No, that couldn't be it. He had moved to Chelyabinsk just to escape their fighting, just to make sure that he didn't have to deal with her no more. Without realizing it, Christian shook his head slightly, blowing another stray lock of black hair out of his green dominant eyes. Pushing the thoughts flatly out of his ravaged mind, Christian shot another sidelong, protective glance at his guitar. Come on boy, you'd hear if someone were going to steal it. You're only like ten feet away. It was basically an insult to himself, which was something that since he moved, tended to happen often, though he'd never actually said that out loud, in fear of attracting too much attention to himself. But he was here now, why whine about everything that wasn't happening. ooc: sorry, it's crap >< i'm always bad with starting posts. [/blockquote][/size] tag;mimi ♥ [/size][/center] |
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Post by Abigail Genesis on Jul 31, 2008 20:23:59 GMT -5
Gotta find something we've never found before... [/right] ________________________________________________________ She shouldn't really be wandering around the woods. After all, there were rumors flying around that this is the place where the rebels hid out. When the law was close on their tail. Which seemed to be a lot lately. She was glad for that, she didn't want to be killed by some rebel person who just disagreed with her family. Not with her in general. Abigail, to be honest, had no opinion on who should be in power. The only thing she thought was someone should be in control. Anarchy was a stupid, idiotic ideal world where only the strongest survive. Where criminals would roam the streets and nothing would be sacred. Life would be a complete hell. Hectic and no one would really honestly truly survive in that type of world. It was common sense though, to be honest. Once you just thought about it you'd realize how idiotic it really is.
Delicate tiny feet hit through the woods as she let her eyes scan over her surroundings. Those bright delicate eyes of hers rested upon what seemed like a far off distance - where she heard a voice. Someone to talk to! Abigail loved talking to people. So maybe this would be a good experience for her. Smiling brightly, she picked up her pace a bit. Growing closer to the person, the outline and features of the boy seemed to come a little clearer into view. That goofy smile of hers stayed there as her eyes landed on his guitar. A loud gasp came out of her lips as she ran over beside him, her hands clasping together eagerly as she stared down at the boy and his guitar. "You play?" The slight odd energy that just showed up seemed to fade a bit as Abigail calmed down once again. "I play too, but can never get people to leave me alone." Brushing part of her hair out of her face, Abigail looked at him with a rather curious look now. "What's your name anyway?" Yes, she was social she can't help it. [/blockquote] ________________________________________________________ Or just dig some more... |
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Post by Christian Winters on Aug 1, 2008 21:37:37 GMT -5
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Though he was still only half there in mind and body, Christian could still hear the sound of someone making their way through the thick forest underbrush, though he took no immediate notice. It was probably one of his rebel buddies coming to tell him to go back to the headquarters, because they had already been there long enough. They would attract enough attention for a group that randomly showed up for no good reason, but then again, who wouldn't?
Though once he heard the girls voice sound out, Christian couldn't help but shoot his attention up to look at the person. His eyes widened slightly when he realized who it was, but he guarded his expression carefully. Abigail Genesis. The second oldest of the heir chain, and the oldest girl. This could definitely be a problem. But then again, if he could keep his cool long enough, he could keep his rep as a rebel. Elsewise he'd probably be kicked off his post and whatever else he had to do.
"Christian. And you're obviously Abigail. And yes, I do play.
[/color]" He answered, his voice contained with the surprise at her arrival. But he was at the woods behind her house... What was so surprising? ooc: >< sorry, really really tired. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Abigail Genesis on Aug 2, 2008 0:27:33 GMT -5
A soft, sort of giggle sounding noise escaped her lips at the boy's expression. She could understand his surprise for quite a few reasons. For starters you'd think she'd be smart enough to avoid any major areas where many rebels had been seen at at one time. But no, she liked adventure and the thrill of it all. Besides, what kind of threat was she to them anyway? A short girl, with an hour glass figure and large black eyelashes? What could she possibly do to ruin or stop them even? Bat her eyelashes and hope it makes them fall to the ground dead. Yeah that was pretty much all she could do in this case. Abigail made it her goal to be the nice one of her family. The one that the rebels could really consider the least likely to cause some sort of drama or issue for them. So far she was guessing it was working. But there was truly no telling how that would end up going in the end...If that makes any sense right there.
Second of all - for reasons to not be where she is right now - Abigail wasn't the greatest with directions. Sure this was the woods behind her house, but she got lost in her own home a lot of the time. She had even bothered one of the servants at the house for a map of some sort. They had simply stared at her like she was dumb, called her blondie, and walked away. She was use to the nickname by now. Half her family called her Blondie. Her father being the one who started the whole thing. When she had tripped down the stairs by simply missing one step. It wasn't her fault. Julius had made her carry down his laundry because she owed him a favor for the time he covered up for her mistake of breaking something valuable of her fathers. If Julius hadn't taken the fall, Abigail would be six feet under right now in her backyard near her favorite spot by the lake they owned. That's just how her father was. A very edgy man who looked that way in his appearances. Abigail was always use to being rejected within her own family. It didn't bother her. She had nature to go and explore. Being the reason she was actually out in the woods this very moment.
Now she could probably stand here and list every reason in the book not to be out here talking to a complete stranger at this very minute. But the one she knew would be her very demise was her will to trust just about anyone. Abigail was the type of girl who wanted to believe even the worst criminal had a sweet side to him deep down. Just hard to actually reach it, you know? Her gullability seemed to always be her demise in any type of situation. And in the end, she was sure this would be another one of those moments where it got in the way of proper judgement. But that wasn't important to her at the moment. She wanted to know the questions that were buzzing in her head. To know who this boy was and if he was a rebel or not. A bright smile crossed her lips as she clasped her hands together excitedly, "Oh lovely! It's nice to meet you Christian." Abigail had always found that a pretty name. Chrsitian, of course. Looking out at the lake, Abigail fell silent for a moment. Not exactly sure of what to say at a moment like this.
"Chrisitian...What are you doing out here?" [/blockquote] |
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