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Post by MARIA D'AGNOLO on May 6, 2011 17:21:28 GMT -5
The circumstances that brought the dark frailty of a girl to the edge of an equally dark (but much less fragile) forest was unknown to both the girl herself and the company that escaped her a whiles back. She was drunk on the way of course, the only way she would show up in a place like this. However it was not a blabbering, bubbling, giggling type of drunk, but a glazed monotone version of blackout that carried her slightly unstable, black-dressed body down to the tip of no-man's land. Considering her size and eating habits, Maria held her liquor very well, and could stop herself from performing any tasks too embarrassing or regrettable. Perhaps this was a skill acquired by experience, considering she had been drinking ever since she was fourteen, and at that age every drinking game ended in either an unnecessary display of skin or a pattern of unladylike sickness that didn't add at all to her appeal.
But now she was so lucky as to never take on the role of a sloppy drunk nor something more unfortunate of a vulnerable and easily-targeted girl. Because of her obsession with power, she never seemed to be touched by vulnerability, even upon her delicate, petite body or on such a sweet face that would display innocence if not for the smoky makeup always lathered onto her features. Even as a small, skinny girl, Maria never played the victim, she always made sure she could lose her self-respect and lose her clothes without really losing her control.
Even when she knew she was alone she remained stoic and stable, wandering just before the lining of trees searching the ground relentlessly as if she lost something. Whatever the object was, it's displacement was nearly bringing her to tears, and as tired as she was she didn't want to just give up and leave. So instead the girl remained exhausted and intoxicated moving with lazy and slow yet graceful steps around the ground too dark to make out. Her drunken frustration forced her hungry body against a tree on more than one occasion to rest, eyes drawn up dizzily to watch the blurred and vibrating stars. She would pray for them to stay still, then wait until she could focus fully on the luminous little buds before she was able to turn her gaze back down to reality again.
However it didn't take her long to move back into the illusion of the sky, distancing herself from her pathetic situation that was only just creeping up on her. Maria didn't want to face her piteous self right now and just kept her chin tilted graciously to the sky, lightly waved hair falling just beneath her shoulders as it wrinkled against the tree that supported her body. |
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Post by gabriel on May 9, 2011 22:13:52 GMT -5
The world's a forest,
in which all lose their way;
though by a different path
each goes astray.
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The dark, pulsing depths of the forest loomed around him. How long had he been trapped by the invisible forces threatening him with the things yet unknown? Technology had proved itself inferior to nature. The lack of signal had drained the life from the useless battery. There was nothing to be done about it. All mazes ended.
He paused to gaze up at the black night sky, but there was no sky to be seen. The density of the trees blocked the light of the moon and stars from view. His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness, but he was not a nocturnal creature, and he knew his sight paled in comparison to that of a night predators?
The lack of growling and howling put his mind at ease. He did not feel as if he was in any immediate danger. Unless there was a bloody thirsty owl waiting to impale him with its beak, he believed himself to be safe from harm. Serenity was a quality he would have prided himself in, had he been a prideful person.
A good sense of a direction would need to be added to that list, for up ahead he could see the forest's end. The light was shining, illuminating the space beyond the trees. Was it regret he was feeling? Had he wanted more time to himself? Had he became attached to the forest during his time trapped? He doubted that this was the appropriate use of the term "Stockholm", even if he would argue its case.
It had been many a year since he had last let himself become lost (this time albeit literally) in nature.
He caught sight of a girl as he emerged, and he gave not a second thought of speaking to her as he approached. Although, he stopped a bit of distance away in hopes he wouldn't cause her any alarm. " Excuse me, but could you answer me- what time is it?"
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note: Thanks for starting the thread.
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