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Post by Rosaline Rivers on Apr 22, 2009 20:20:18 GMT -6
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Laying on her back, Rosaline plans on spending her night staring up, thinking, enjoying the air of peace that somehow looms over the sleeping dome. The sky is a never-ending stretch of black, dotted and speckled with glimmering stars, and not a single sound has dared to enter the ears of the girl since midnight. Silence makes room for thoughts to flood into her mind, but she doesn't want to spend her precious quiet, free time thinking about things that would trouble her, so she counts the stars until she's sure that one of them has been counted at least twice, and then she traces patterns out of the sparkling brilliance with nothing but her calm gaze.
After a moment she creates a picture in her mind of a glittering Pegasus carved out from the sky, and her mind skips over to the stables not to far from her house. Without moving the rest of her, she lets her lamps slide over so that she sees the pastures a few yards away. There aren't any horses out sleeping in the lush grass tonight, she observes, and then goes back to counting the small balls of fires hanging in the heavens.
Eventually the late hour settles in her mind and she stretches out against the bricks of her roof, yawning. She hasn't noticed it before, but her muscles are now aching from all the walking she had done earlier in the day. What harm would sleeping on top of the roof do? she wonders, but quickly sits herself up so she doesn't doze off. A moment passes, and she catches some movement and looks quickly to the side where she thinks it came from. She would call out, but she really doesn't want to disturb the peace that she still feels. Crossing her legs, she stares off into the distances until sleeps creeps back onto her and she has to pinch her leg. The darkness appears to move again and she blinks, wondering if she's seeing things now.
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Post by trisha burton * on Apr 30, 2009 13:56:18 GMT -6
trisha } [/font] In some ways, nights were the worst. When she was alone, she had nothing to keep her mind off it, the rest of her life. She knew that there were people who lived here quite happily, people who were content and no longer yearned for the outside world, but she was not one of them and she doubted that she ever would be. No. She was still young and she still longed for her old life, the one she had been forced to leave behind. She’d had a future then, a career. She’d had friends and a boyfriend. But now what was there? Nothing, she answered her own question mentally, and felt the usual bitterness wash over her. There was just the dome, just Neclymoure, one little town to spend the rest of her life in.
No wonder she couldn’t sleep.
Trisha wandered down the main street if the town aimlessly. Putting one foot in front of the other and concentrating on nothing else. Trying to keep her mind off it, to think of something else for once. She wondered what a strange sight she must be, if any one was watching, a barefooted girl walking slowly down a deserted street in what looked like pyjamas. A smile sprung to her lips, a small one, yet it was a start. One small step on the road to happiness.
She was approaching her house, the one she’d been given on her arrival. It didn’t feel like her house, she had spent as little time there as possible, and it still felt strange and unfamiliar to be sleeping in it. She doubted that it would ever feel like home, no where in the dome would ever feel like that. Gradually she made her way towards it, still concentrating on her feet, and pushed the door open (she didn’t have anything worth steeling, so what was the point in locking the door?). She climbed the stairs slowly, and once on the top floor, headed for the window directly in front of the stair case.
With practiced movements she slid the window up and climbed out and onto the roof. She did this often, when she needed to get away, to be on her own. She slept up here more often than in her own bed. She heard the window slide shut as she climbed up, but didn’t care that much. Did it matter if she was stuck on the roof? It didn’t rain in here, so she could just stay out all night and find some other way down in the morning.
Trisha squinted into the blackness; she thought she’d seen a movement there. Maybe another person, come to spend the night on the roof? Or maybe an animal or a bird? Creatures were rare in the dome, except from farm animals there were only a few birds, and little else. Shrugging, she started to walk in that direction. The girl wasn’t tired, and there was nothing else she could do here apart from sit with her thoughts. Pausing before quite a large gap between two buildings, she squinted again at the place where she’d seen the movement, but the darkness was just as thick here as it had been, and she only saw a faint stir in the night. Taking a deep breath she retreated a few paces, bracing herself for the jump. Don’t think about it, she remembered the first time she’d done this it had taken almost ten minutes to work up the courage. Following her own advice, she took a couple of running strides a launched herself into the night.
Trisha landed heavily on her feet, grazing her bare soles against the rough surface of the roof. Other than that it would have been a perfect landing, if a figure had not been sitting with crossed legs in front of her. Caught off guard, Trish could do nothing, her momentum took her forward as she desperately tried to stop her self, but no avail. She fell into the woman on the roof, her limbs flailing and a look of pure terror on her face. The girl was vaguely aware of a garbled scream coming out of her mouth, but she wasn't too bothered about that at the moment, in all the confusion she wasn't even sure which way was up.
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on Apr 30, 2009 16:56:06 GMT -6
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Another wave of tiredness washes over Rosaline and she tries to shiver it off, then turns back to the place that she now is content at gazing at. The stirring darkness takes on a dream-like quality, and Rosaline imagines some sort of unicorn like the one she carved out in the night soaring from her. She certainly feels the presence of something or someone coming towards her, but as she lets herself slip into sleep she doesn't think further into that. That is, she doesn't think further until she feels something in her lap. An animal? What is an animal doing on the roof? Confused, she takes note that whatever it is is certainly not an animal. It has no fur and she feels limbs. Looking down and studying whatever had tripped over her with wide eyes, she doesn't ignore the scream, but she quickly places her hand over what she makes out to be a girl's mouth.
"Shh," she hushes and shakes her head, collecting her thoughts. Wait. What had just happened? One minute she'd been unwillingly falling into sleep, the next someone was in her lap. How odd. Trusting the girl, she pulls her hand back and smiles hesitantly. Depending on how you look at it, the whole thing is kind of funny. A small chuckle escapes her lips, not having seen the terror in the girl's face, too busy trying to figure out what had just happened. "You should try to be more careful when leaping from house to house. Who do you think you are, Superman?" she jokes, not caring that this girl will probably have no idea who Superman is... or was. The only reason Rosaline knows is because she went through a horrible ancient-comic book obsession when she first arrived and found it more safe in the seldom-used library than on the streets. That was before Neclymoure was more organized.
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Post by trisha burton * on May 1, 2009 10:21:21 GMT -6
trisha } [/font]
It took a few seconds for Trisha to make sense of the world again, disorientated as she was. She felt a hand close over her mouth but was too confused to react in the way she normally would, instead choosing to lie still and sort out her thoughts for a bit. The girl hadn’t opened her eyes since she had fallen, and she did so as soon as the hand was removed, blinking as they focussed on the face above her.
"You should try to be more careful when leaping from house to house. Who do you think you are, Superman?"
The words registered in her brain, but she didn’t reply to them just yet, she was frowning, concentrating on putting a name to the person she had landed on… She recognised the face, but… Rosaline! It clicked suddenly and she sat up, wincing slightly at the sharp pain that twanged in her elbow. Rosaline had been in the dome a long time, longer than most. She had seen her a few times while she’d been working the general store, but Trisha hadn’t been very friendly to people lately, and they’d never properly spoken. That looked as if it was about to change, however. “I didn’t know you were there, I wouldn’t have jumped if I had.” Though the words were not unfriendly, they weren’t delivered in the nicest tone and had a slightly accusing edge to them. “And who the hell is Superman?”
With that said she turned her attention to her various injuries. Her elbow twinged whenever she put weight on it, but it wasn’t serious. Her feet were a slightly different story, the sole had been grazed pretty badly and her right was bleeding. In the dark she couldn’t see the extent of the damage, only that it hurt a lot, and she cursed herself mentally. Why did she decide to go roof jumping in the dark again? She certainly couldn’t get back to her own roof again, and it would changeling, to say the least, to get down to a window. Well that was just great.
At least Rosaline didn’t seem to be that hurt, she didn’t need another person in Neclymoure disliking her. “What are you doing on the roof anyway?” This time she spoke in a gentler tone, she was genuinely sorry for landing on the woman, and though she pretended that she didn’t care about the people here, she was sorely in need of a friendly conversation.
Notes # ^^ that's good
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 1, 2009 11:12:36 GMT -6
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Rosaline glances back at the roof this girl had come from, trying to tell exactly how far Trisha must have jumped in order to make it into her lap. Though the dark makes it hard to tell, she figures the gap is quite big. Impressed, she turns back, smiling again. "Well, excuse me." she mutters quietly with a sarcastic tone, but she pushes that thought aside, definitely in no mood for arguing. She never is, really, but especially not at night, when she is suppose to be relaxing.
"Superman is an old cartoon hero back from.. a long time ago. I'm not sure from exactly when-- back when people had to know how to read and such," she explains and then briefly pictures a group of kids huddled around a little comic book, reading and laughing. The picture isn't accurate, though, of course, because Rosaline doesn't know exactly what the style for children was back when superheros were all the rage, so she pictures them wearing clothes and having hair like the kids did when she was in the "real world." Trisha's words snaps her into the present again, though, and Rosaline realizes for a second that this distraction has made her forget about being tired. Pleased, she straightens up herself and fixes her long curtain of black hair so it sits on her shoulders.
After the question finishes and hangs in the air, Rosaline tries to remember the name of this girl. She works at the general store; Rosaline knows this because she knows where most of everyone works and how they help out Neclymoure. It's part of her job as a council member. But still, she can't remember the girl's name.
"I was just watching the stars. They're so much brighter out here then they were in the.." she says, then pauses. "In the city," she finishes after a moment of thought, and she looks up at the glittering points of light. Rosaline could never see stars on nights like this back in her old home; there was too much light pollution. Titling her head back down, she introduces herself, "I'm Rosaline," even though she feels this girl already knows. She does it mainly so this girl introduces herself as well.
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Post by trisha burton * on May 3, 2009 14:49:51 GMT -6
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Trisha acknowledged the explanation of Superman with nod, even though she wasn’t too sure about what a cartoon was. It seemed best just to ignore it; she can’t read, so why bother worrying about what different books were? She had probably seen the films anyway. Trisha half wondered about voicing this opinion to Rosaline, but decided not to. She sounded as if she cared about writing and stuff, at least enough to teach herself. Or maybe she’d just heard about it from someone else. Whatever the reason, Trish decided to say nothing.
"I was just watching the stars. They're so much brighter out here then they were in the... In the city”
Trisha was never a fan of stargazing, back in the real world there been so many other things to occupy her. School, friends, homework… Yet, none of these existed here, at least not yet anyway. There was no TV in the dome, not even any internet to keep people entertained. Hence why she had been wandering down the main street at night, not being able to sleep, and not having a television at the end of her bed which she could simply turn on when she got bored led people to other hobbies and habits. Trisha had hardly given a thought to what she would without those things, because she had assumed that they would always be there, but as it was apparent, they weren’t and the answer so far was hang around, do nothing, and mope.
So when Rosaline mentioned the stars she took an involuntary glance at the sky. She had seen the stars here before, of course, but tonight really was clear. You could almost see the Milky Way lit up in the sky. "Yeah, they're pretty neat..." She let her sentence trail off, still looking at the sparkly midnight sky. Before she'd come to the dome she had barely seen a single star in the sky, let alone millions, like there were tonight.
"I'm Rosaline,"
Trish blinked and turned her face towards the other woman's. She introduced herself rather awkwardly, "Oh... I'm Trisha. Burton." Not that her last name was much use in here, few people used theirs in Neclymoure. "How long have you been here? In Neclymoure, I mean." The words had a randomly unconcerned tone, as she was asking about the weather; Trish could never do subtle. She had always been abrupt and to the point, even with strangers like the woman in front of her. She felt almost embarrassed by her question, and chewed her lip, wondering whether to say to Rosaline that actually it was fine, and she didn't have to answer it, but the girl stayed silent, waiting.
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 4, 2009 14:59:27 GMT -6
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"Indeed." Rosaline glances again at the sparkling. She probably sounds odd to Trisha, a "normal" girl that Rosaline thinks looks like she was just plucked out of the city, possibly minus the glitz that isn't available in Neclymoure. Rosaline wonders if she could actually fit in with people way back when this town was probably built. Maybe. Rosaline acts like how they most likely did, she thinks, and reads their books and does their jobs. She could fit right in if she tried hard enough, maybe observed a bit more.
She looks over Trisha again, slightly happy now that she has someone to talk to, even though Trisha doesn't seem like the type of person Rosaline would "hang out" with. Different ages, different interests, and such. "Nice to meet you, Trisha." Her tone is welcoming, almost maternal, mainly because she's talking to a member of Neclymoure, and as odd as it is, she sort of considers the townspeople her children-- sort of.
Hearing the question, she is about to answer quickly, not at all bothered. The day she had first arrived at Neclymoure was almost like a birthday for her (after the shock left her system). It was definitely something to celebrate, leaving the place that would never accept her.
But she stops and hesitates, seeing Trisha's embarrassment. Frowning slightly, she thinks it over, and wonders if she should just stay quiet for Trish's sake. No, she'd rather show Trisha that she didn't mind such questions. "Almost since the beginning. Five years, give or take." Time wasn't really tracked all that well, but Rosaline has a brief idea of how long things had been going on for. She was surprisingly good at that sort of thing, and she hadn't even know it until she had her electronic calenders, virtual clocks, and other technology ripped away from her.
She purses her lips, not wanting to ask, "And you?" like her reflex tells her to, afraid she'll hit some sort of nerve or button. A lot of people around the dome get quite emotional about their arrival, and though Rosaline really doesn't mind dealing with it, she isn't going to go out of the way to bring it out in someone. So she asks with her eyes instead so there's room to be ignored.
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notes; I'm sort of museless, sorry. And I keep slipping with my tenses =P
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Post by trisha burton * on May 6, 2009 11:57:38 GMT -6
trisha } [/font] Trisha hugs her knees to her chin, wincing slightly as her grazed foot brushes the floor and twinges. She wonders if she should ask Rosaline for a bandage or plaster, but decides not to. It has stopped bleeding now, and doesn’t hurt too badly, it’ll do until morning. She looks at the stars again, but is only reminded of the vast difference between her life then, and her life now. Not wanting to go down that train of thought again, she looks down at her feet and then stares off into the middle distance.
The girl nods and smiles quickly at Rosaline’s greeting, mumbling “And you,” in a rare moment of politeness. She wonders at the maternal tone in her voice, but is generally quite pleased, not many people have thought it was nice to meet her lately. She hasn’t at all been the socialite that she was since being in Neclymoure. The pause between the woman’s next answer makes her even more uncomfortable, and Trisha’s gaze falls on her frown, but she can’t tell whether she is angry, sad or even happy to have such a question.
"Almost since the beginning. Five years, give or take."
When the answer comes, she is relieved. Rosaline’s tone has no annoyance in it, she hasn’t upset her after all. Then the words sink in, five years! She thinks, Trisha has barely spent one month in the dome and she is already sick of it. She can’t even begin to contemplate the amount of time she has left to spend here. She is fifteen years old, so maybe another sixty or seventy years… She shakes her head and closes her eyes slowly. That’s the last thing she wants to think about. Her attention switches back to the woman sitting opposite, “But don’t you mind being stuck in here? Don’t you miss your old life?” Now she knows that Rosaline doesn’t mind answering questions like this, she feels more comfortable asking them.
She catches the woman’s gaze as she speaks, sees the question there and looks away. Of course, it is only polite to answer the same question, she curses herself for not thinking of this before she let her curiosity run away with her. “I’ve only been here a month… 29 days,” Unlike Rosaline, she has counted every one, and every one seems longer than the last. The girl is glad of the dark, it hides her embarrassed blush.
NOTES # I think this will be my first and last post in present tense
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 10, 2009 12:40:20 GMT -6
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Rosaline pauses after hearing Trisha's responding question, not sure if the girl would be willing to tell how long she'd been here in Neclymoure, or if she'd rather just move on. Well, Rosaline didn't really mind talking about her stay, so either way, she would be fine with it. But then Trisha responds, and another smile plays on Rosaline's lips, happy that Trisha trusts her enough to talk about how long she's been here.
Quietly soaking in the words, looking for any possible hidden meanings, Rosaline figures that Trisha doesn't like being here. She can understand that-- Trisha doesn't seam like the kind of girl who had a crappy childhood, like Rosaline. In fact, if she counts the days she's been away from her "old life," as she puts it, then she probably misses it deeply. Rosaline looks away, feeling a pang of sadness for the girl. Rosaline had never missed her old life, no, and she still doesn't. Why should she? Everyone hated her there. But this girl, Trisha, obviously had something to miss. Composing herself, she turns back, ready to be cautious, not wanting to hurt Trisha.
"Oh," Rosaline replies, but suddenly she can't think of anything else to say. She thinks she understands the rest of it, with the whole day-counting thing. So she doesn't ask anything else; she certainly doesn't ask how Trisha ended up here. She was in no mood for anything crying, which often happened when said topic was brought up. Then, remembering the previous questions asked, Rosaline shifts her attention to those words. "No, I don't mind it at all." But of course with a statement like that, she would need to explain.
"I actually like it here," she smiles at the thought. She must sound crazy. "I hated the real world. And my old life. They didn't like me there; I didn't belong there.." Her voice trails off and she stares into the darkness, remembering. She blinks, then looks at Trisha. "Ya know?" Rosaline wasn't actually sure if she had just made any sense; she'd sort of just said what came to her mind.
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notes; Sorry if I repeated myself, and that it took so long =/
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Post by trisha burton * on May 12, 2009 11:48:25 GMT -6
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Trisha stayed silent through out Rosaline’s words. She herself found it almost alien to actually enjoy living here, in her experience the other world, the ‘real’ world was so much better. She had been ripped from her old life with such force, isolated from all of her old companions so completely, that she still had the scars. And they would take a while to heal, if they ever did. The girl could hardly picture herself living here for the rest of life, let alone being happy. She had a huge way to go yet, but at the moment she wasn’t letting herself go, not if that meant letting go of her old life.
The girl ignored the huge potential the dome had to make her happy. She ignored that her life back then hadn’t actually been that good. What with huge arguments with her mother and her dads death… Still, anything was netter than being stuck in a dome forever. Wasn’t it?
"Ya know?"
A small, wry smile appeared in Trisha’s face and she shook her head. “No, it’s here I don’t belong. In the outside world I was just fine.” Her words were sad and reflective, and she set her jaw defiantly, so as not to start crying. Oh for god’s sake! A small voice screamed at her internally, demanding to know why she was so weak. Rosaline can live here perfectly well, why can’t you? It just upset her even more and she looked down, dejectedly. She didn’t want to speak about this anymore; she didn’t want to think about it. The whole thing just reminded herself about how she’d never be there, how she’d never fit in, anywhere, again. It was depressing. Despite her best efforts, she could feel the tears creeping into her eyes, and blinked quickly.
Casting her thoughts around desperately for another topic, she suddenly decided how interesting stars were. “So what’s that one?” She asked, doing her best to keep the emotion out of her voice and pointing randomly to a star.
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 16, 2009 12:45:20 GMT -6
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Post by trisha burton * on May 19, 2009 10:33:40 GMT -6
{ trisha
standing on the rooftops waiting till the bomb drops
Just a star… She remembered something about stars from her lessons in school. Weren’t they meant to be massive nuclear explosions far away in space? Some had planets going around them, like ours, and some had already died and they were so far away their light was still coming to earth. That was about the extent of her knowledge, but despite her lack of understanding, something about the phrase ‘just a star’ irked her. Was she ‘just a person’? Another problem to be dealt with? Another life to ruin? She glanced up again at the star she had pointed at, and sighed softly. It was probably millions of light years away, but in a strange way, she felt sorry for it. Was there anyone who cared about it? Did it have a planet or two to keep it company? She hoped so.
Trisha wondered briefly what her mother had been told about her disappearance. It wasn’t the first time she’d thought about this, and in some of her outwardly fantasies, she’d pictured the whole town gathered around her grave, weeping and her mother giving a very long and moving speech about her tragically lost daughter. She tried to ignore what was probably the truth. That her family had been told that she’d been killed trying to sabotage a top secret government base, and that they hated her and looked down on her with scorn. At least she was here now, and there was a positive side to never seeing her family again.
She forced her attention to return to what Rosaline was saying, and nodded vaguely. “The big dipper…” She squinted in that direction and finally spotted what looked like a saucepan shape in the sky. “Yeah, I can’t see the bear thing either.” She paused for a short time, listening again to Rosaline and what she was saying. First impressions reconsidered, Trisha now thought that the woman was considerably better company than she had at first. Maybe this was the beginning of her first friendship in Neclymoure.
“Well, I’ve never seen any constellations in books, so I don’t know, but that saucepan thing defiantly doesn’t look like a bear.” Her tears before, almost completely forgotten, Trisha was starting to come out of her shell a bit. So, when she suddenly thought of brilliant idea (according to her, anyway) she wasted almost no time in voicing it. “Uh… Will you teach me to read? I mean… you’re really good at it and stuff… And Ben’s been bugging me for ages about it, so...” She trailed off, half embarressed and half waiting to see how Rosaline would react.
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lyrics # lost prophets - rooftops
notes # A bit random at the end, hope you don't mind ^^ I couldn't think of anything =/ Sorry this took a while... Oh, I said in her speech that Ben's been bugging her to learn to read, can he be her employer/general store owner for the moment? I just fished a random name out ^^ [/size] |
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 24, 2009 9:58:38 GMT -6
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"It'd have to be a weird, block-y bear," Rosaline mumbles and squints up at the heavens, then gives up on that again and listens to Trisha. She seems more open and friendly, Rosaline thinks, and is filled with a sort of happy feeling herself. The conversation they have, jumping from one topic to the next, makes Rosaline forget that it's so late at night; she should really be sleeping. Tomorrow will be rough, since she won't let herself sleep in, but it just might be worth it.
“Uh… Will you teach me to read?"
[/i] Another swift change and Rosaline felt her eyebrow raise in surprise, both at the jump in conversation and the fact that Trisha must trust her somewhat to be asking. Trisha's explanation of sorts left Rosaline feeling honored, though, and then her muscles releases; her lips pull into another content grin. Trisha finishes her asking and Rosaline shifts her seat, gathering her thoughts so she won't sound like an over-eager fool when she answers. Oh, well. "Wow! Er, just 'wow' that you would ask me.." she paused and looked up from the tiles of the roof, her smile widening. "Yes, I'd love to teach you how to read." She could say more, but again with the sounding like an over-eager fool. Backtracking, she remembers Trisha saying something about the general store owner bugging her. Rosaline knew not everyone wanted to learn how to read-- it would make them, or make them feel, even more odd and alien than they already were. It could possibly solidify their place in Neclymoure, and a lot of people didn't want that. Since a lot of the dome members had some sort of plan to get out, they didn't want to do anything that would make them feel like they could or should stay. Really, others shouldn't try to rush a skill like that with such consequences in mind, Rosaline thinks, and then her smile fades. "I can talk to Ben about pestering you, though, if you'd like," she offers, and then let her serious mood leave and shrugs. "Or I could just teach you, and you can walk in and surprise the crap out'a him." A mischievous twinkle enters her eyes and she chuckles. That sounds too fun. It's a good thing Rosaline is a council member; if she wasn't, she would probably get in a great deal of trouble for the stuff she comes up with when she's bored or in a mood for causing trouble.
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Post by trisha burton * on May 26, 2009 12:19:44 GMT -6
{ trisha
standing on the rooftops waiting till the bomb drops
Trisha realised it seemed a bit sudden and rude to ask the woman, after all she’d barely spoken to her before now, but the words were already said now and no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t take them back. Not that she particularly wanted to take them back, it was just she hadn’t exactly thought about what she had been saying. She had no idea how long it would take for her to learn to read, but she was guessing at least a couple of weeks. Would Rosaline even want to spend that long with her? She doubted it, considering the sullen, and moody first impression she had given almost everyone in the dome.
She didn’t even know where her request had come from. Yeah, Ben had been nagging her, but that wasn’t a change, and she didn’t even need to read to do the job. Inside her, she felt a bit queasy because she knew what the real reason was. Deep down she wanted to fit in. She wanted be accepted, even if was in a society of freaks and misfits. Being honest with herself, she knew that she couldn’t go living like this. Wandering aimlessly at nights and spending all day in a daze, brushing of anyone who tried to speak to her. So yeah, she wanted to be accepted, have something that resembled a friend. So what? She could still learn to read and get out of this stupid place as well couldn’t she?
Resolving in her mind that learning to read wouldn’t jeopardize her escape; only make her comfortable in the meantime, Trisha was glad to hear that Rosaline would teach her. “Thank you, but I'd prefer the second option.She smiled at Rosaline, “You’d have to be a miracle worker to get Ben to stop pestering me. He thinks I’m a lazy good for nothing.” Not without good reason, though She thought to herself, “Mind you, I haven’t been the world's best worker I suppose…” On the contrary, Trisha hardly put any effort into her job, she didn't see the point.
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 29, 2009 19:39:29 GMT -6
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Rosaline shakes her head and laughs, amused, but once the sound fades into the night air, she is reminded again of how late it was. Her eyes are so well-adjusted to the light (or lack of) though, and the conversation is holding her attention quite well, especially with the frequent, sudden jumps in it, she keeps forgetting that she should be tired, or, more accurately, that she is tired. It's a good thing the darkness of the night most likely conceals her eyes, which she is sure must be red from being open for over twenty hours.
A wave of exhaustion unexpectedly hits her again, but instead of mentioning the hour, she coughs, hoping the noise that she thinks sounds odd and inhuman will make her a bit more alert. For the moment, it works, and she is able to reply to Trish again.
She isn't suppose to say discouraging things like this, but her thoughts are starting to mesh, and she doesn't think poorly of her decision in time to shut her lips. "Well, maybe he doesn't deserve a good worker if he pesters you." But wait, wouldn't he start pestering her because she doesn't work well? And wouldn't that mean what she'd just said didn't count? Or had he always bugged her, and then she'd decided to slack off in a rebellious manner? Wait, what!? Too tired, she gives up her mental arguing with herself and doesn't take her words back.
Her eyes flicker back up to the twinkling stars. Suddenly, she wonders if the little points of light are happy up there. They certainly don't look lonely; there are so many of them. Yes, I think they're happy little balls of light. A fog starts to cloud her mind, and she's tempted to lay down.
Realizing she's starting to fall asleep, Rosaline shakes her head quickly, her hair lashing in her face and giving her light slaps to keep herself conscious. Then she laughs. She must look like a fool. After a short yawn, Rosaline asks, "Aren't you tired?" Certainly Trisha can't be that energetic without being nocturnal, which Rosaline doubts she is.
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