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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 1, 2009 15:10:19 GMT -6
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When you think of the word "parade," you usually think of happiness, celebration, colors, balloons-- that sort of thing. They're usually held like a party, and there's usually a huge crowd on the sidelines of a street, cheering, clapping, smiling, as they watch some sort of group march past them. That is what a parade should be, Rosaline thought, as she sat on the curb of the cobblestone road. The festivities hadn't started yet, but she was always at major (and minor) events early. At that moment, a group of men stood near the edge of the dome, quietly solidifying the day's plans. Rosaline wasn't really all that interested, so she remained on the outside of the ring of the majority of the male portion from the council, but she was wondering what exactly they were talking about. What needed discussing? From what she'd seen last year, the March of the Riots was just a bunch of people running down the streets screaming, half of them drunk. It was there way of venting, of releasing the anger they felt for the real world that had abandoned them; that was why Rosaline supported it enough to let it happen. But still, what was there that needed discussing? Sighing, she turned away and braided sections of her dark locks, absent-minded, and then straightened out the sky-blue, old-fashion dress she'd found ages ago in one of the unused house's dressers. Soon she heard the men depart, and she looked up at them curiously, but they ignored her. Some of them already looked drunk. Scowling, Rosaline rose up and walked towards the place where the parade of sorts would start. This is going to be.. interesting.
An hour or so passed and Rosaline was back on her perch on the street's edge. The sun was setting, and the men were back, as well as most of Neclymoure's population. They were all excited, most of them jumping up and down. Rosaline was not surprised as some of the men came forward with giant trays from Classic Pub, all of them stacked with what people could only assume was ale. One man lifted his hand and everyone hushed. He then picked up a cup, drank from it, sighed, and shouted, "We have been abandoned, and now we shall do the only thing we can!" He never said what that would be, but everyone seemed to know as they stepped forward and got their own glass of unknown toxins. Rosaline stepped away to look at the line of artisans that had stations set up for the people who were now shouting and running around. An eye roll, and Rosaline muttered sarcastically how productive this was.
But you couldn't resist the party-like energy as people walked around singing and screaming about how they didn't deserve to be here. You had to join in, to yell how you'd rather be at home partying with bungee jumps and mega-chugs, and pick up your own glass. Soon night washed over the people and Rosaline found herself dancing to the only band Neclymoure had that had nothing but drums and voices. The occasional man or woman would start sprinting down the streets, and Rosaline figured that that was the only way this gathering would be considered a march.
Catchy, ancient rhythms played down the streets and the crowd spread, and somehow the people managed to keep moving, to keep progressing in a parade-like formation down the roads. Rosaline looked around, dazed but conscious enough to realize that some people were laughing away into alleys. What were they doing? A heavy, over-dramatic sigh released from Rosaline's lips and she scream at the top of her lungs. "You don't understand what I've been through!" Several people hollered in agreement, and she ripped away from the snail-paced mob, looking around. Finally she gave up trying to see some organization, some purpose, and she took her half-empty cup and sat by the band. She bobbed her head slowly and someone beating drums with their hands smiled down at her. She nodded back to them and watched the people again.
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notes; everyone come! if you're confused, it's basically just an anger-fest with alcohol involved ;] 'tis a free-for-all type deal.
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Post by `` R o b Y n Belacqua on May 4, 2009 15:58:57 GMT -6
Robyn walked down towards the parade, raising a quiet eyebrow at it as she went. Her hair bounced a little as she walked, energy bouncing out of her like vibes. Her eyes sparkled quietly, dancing from person to person, taking in every last detail with a look of intelligence.
She saw some one vaguely sane looking, and went to sit beside the girl with a plastic cup of something dangerous-looking in one hand.
"Hey," She said cheerily, eyes scanning the area but constantly flickering back to the seated person. "Mind if I join you?" She asked, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. It wasn't too bad, but didn't exactly filll her heart with joy. Yet.
Robyn kicked a stone around, watching everyone with interest. A couple of people were unfortunate enough to look in her direction for too long. Sharp, icey glares got passed their way, and the message soon got around.
Do not mess.
Robyn delighted in showing off her right hook when some drunked idiot decided to risk everything and chat her up in a very sleezy manner.
"Next person had better hope they don't want kids." She snapped, her delicate accent softening the words, but the meaning was still clear.
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Post by X . x Jordan Craft x . X on May 11, 2009 2:15:33 GMT -6
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[/glow]Jordan knew that the parade was on tonight but she wasn’t sure whether or not she should go, she didn’t know anyone here as it seemed to her that no here wanted to know her. Although tonight could be the night that she actually might meet someone that might want to know her. Whether it be male or female she didn’t really care, just as long as she had someone else to talk to other then the animals she farmed, talking to them was good and all but it was nice to get an answer back every now and again.
She sat on the fence of her pig paddock, covered in dirt from the days work. Should she go or should she stay at home, not mingling not getting drunk and enjoying the party. She looked down at her pigs as they grazed. Did she really want to end up like them? Did she really want to spend the rest of her life under this dome a loner and afraid? She closed her eyes and sighed. No she wasn’t going to live the boring life just like her pigs. She was going to go out and mingle.
Finally coming to the decision that she hoped was right she jumped down off the fence and jogged back to her small house. She showered and picked out the nicest outfit that she owned, it was a nice as it was going to get. It was a deep purple dress, that she assumed you could possibly wear as a sun dress. It was tight across her breasts but flared out as it went down, it when past her knees, stopping in the middle of her shins.
She slipped on a pair of flip flops on and grabbed a thin coat and dashed out the door. It wasn’t far to the parade and she didn’t rush once she was on the move. She chewed the inside of her mouth as she walked, she was obviously thinking whether or not it was a good idea to attend the parade. She had to snap herself out of it soon otherwise this paranoia was going to get the best of her. With a stern face she mentally shouted at herself, she needed to do this, she needed to at least try and make a friend or to, she was going to die an old lonely woman, hating herself for not trying.
She used to be a strong girl, she used to be able to defend herself and make up her mind pretty much straight away. Now since she has been alone and abandoned but life she had become weak and lost within her own mind. She needed to be strong again, maybe she might be able to be happy with this life it she just stopped worrying all the time, what’s the worst the could happen? She would go to this parade have a few drinks get a little tipsy and probably make a complete fool of herself, but it didn’t matter as no one knew her, no one could pick on her and call her names.
She hoped this didn’t happened, she hoped that maybe she might find a friend. The sound of rowdiness entered her ears and she swallowed the lump in her throat, this was going to happen whether she liked it or not, she was going to go in there be friendly and hopefully she may walk away later with, one person to call a friend, even if she didn’t make a friend, just having a conversation with someone would do her fine… for now… the crowd of people got closer and she took a deep breath and weaved her way through the wobbly bodies.
Music filled the air and a smile actually formed on her face, it had been months since she last smiled. She looked around at all the people, someone handed her a strange looking liquid in a plastic cup, she took it and took a sip it tasted awful, but she didn’t care she was still going to drink it. Suddenly a loud yelling made her jump and spin around, a young girl was crying out, Jordan probably didn’t understand what that poor girl was going through but did anyone really know what another person has been through in their life, everyone’s torment was different.
Jordan’s heart went out to her but she doubted her concern would be heard or noticed. She sighed and looked away from the girl, she was headed off in the other direction anyways. Jordan wondered around taking in everything. She wasn’t strong enough to just start up a conversation with someone, perhaps maybe after a couple more of the foul tasting drinks she might. She headed over towards the band that was playing, she noticed that the girl from before was there. Another girl was there as well, maybe she could talk to them?
She took down the rest of the drink and took another from a passing gentleman, who gave a friendly smile as she did so. She drank half of it and started walking over, sipping the drink every now and then. She sat close by but not too close but not to far away, all she needed to do now was work up her courage and say something, maybe she would have to drink some more drink then maybe she might be able to. She glanced over to the pair but quickly looked away she really needed to man up, she used to be really friendly, always talking and making conversation. It was this place under the dome that made her weak, it was a different world and she didn’t know how the people rolled under here.[glow=purple,2,300]
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 11, 2009 20:33:10 GMT -6
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Eyes swept over the crowd again, and finally Rosaline caught another girl break free from the mob, alone. Smiling a bit more crookedly than usually (whether it was the drink or the atmosphere, I cannot say), Rosaline patted the curb beside her, a motion for this stranger to join her in watching all of the.. odd.. people. "Hello! Yes-- er, I mean: No, I don't mind. Sit." Quietly, Rosaline noted the difference between this woman whom she didn't know well's mood and the other crazy people. Who was this woman?
Rosaline stared for a moment, then remembered, faintly, about the process of deciding a stable owner. Oh, yes, that was who this woman was. Rosaline nodded to herself, then looked back at the person that the woman spoke of. In response, she chuckled, and was about to say something else when she noticed another stranger approach. Her hand lifted and she waved, each of her fingers moving quickly by themselves as her whole hand swept back and forth twice.
"Hullo!" Her drink was almost gone now, and though she didn't want anymore, she could feel the affect of the first setting in. She felt happier than she normally would, surrounded by such strangely rhythmic chaos. And, though it was not typical for her, she did not instantly catch the air of the new approaching person. So she didn't hesitate to be friendly as she might not have right away if she'd noticed. Again, she patted the curb, this time to her other side.
Turning to each female, her eyes sparkled. Was it really this fun, or was it just all the noise and drink getting to her? At the thought, the drums near her head seemed to get louder. "I'm Rosaline," she informed both of them, and immediately after the words ended, someone ran from the crowd-- naked. Turning away, Rosaline tried to ignore the interruption.
The mob of rioters were still moving down the streets at a slow pace; now more of them were dancing than yelling. Rosaline tried to make herself remember to taunt the men of the council after this. They organize something for Neclymoure by themselves, and this is what they had made. Glancing down at her feet, Rosaline thought for a moment, then snapped back into the present. "So, why aren't you two out there, uh, dancing and such?" she asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
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Post by X . x Jordan Craft x . X on May 15, 2009 7:55:35 GMT -6
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[/glow]Why was she so nervous, it wasn’t like these girls were going to bite her head off. They were both drinking and it seemed like they were enjoying themselves and all that, they shouldn’t have a reason to want to ignore her, she was being as feeling as she could possibly muster up, over her nervousness. She hated what this place her done to her self esteem, and her ability to be afraid of nothing, as her father always said that Jordan knew how to “grab the bull by the horns”, he was always speaking saying of olden times, he would probably fit in just nicely here.
This was so his style. She sipped her drink casually and scanned the outrageous crowd, their behaviour made her feel a little better about herself as she was starting to feel less like an idiot as she watched them, if only they could see themselves, but then again even if they could they probably wouldn’t care, there was defiantly going to be loads of very sick and hung over people wondering around tomorrow, she wouldn’t be surprised if by tomorrow this place looked like a ghost town, with everyone staying indoors to recover. She chuckled. She probably wouldn’t need anymore drinks after this one as she was feeling it now.
Jordan then heard the woman greet her and she had to look around just to make sure that she was talking to her. Not seeing anymore else around she smiled to the woman. She then gestured for her to come sit with her, a little shocked and still a little nervous she got up from her seat and moved closer to the woman. She got a better look at her now and she was beautiful and sort of familiar, Jordan was pretty sure she was a member of council, although she couldn’t be positive as she didn’t spend heaps of time in town, to get familiar with faces. She sipped more of her drink, only a little remained.
The girl introduced herself and Jordan was about to make her name known but she was interrupted but a shrill of laughter and a naked man running through the crowd of people. Jordan covered her mouth in surprise and looked away, her eyes trained on Rosaline. She smiled against the palm of her hand, she slowly lowered her hand and still her smile remained. Maybe it was a good idea for her to come here tonight as it was the second time tonight that she had smiled, both of different occasions. Jordan really was a big chicken, people weren’t scary, its all in her head.
“My name is Jordan” She said, a sigh left her lips and she took the rest of her drink.
Jordan looked away from the girl and scanned the crowd again, they seem to have moved away slightly, making their way slowly down the road. She hoped that there wasn’t anymore streakers around, she hadn’t seen many naked bodies before and seeing two or more in one night would cause her brain to overload. Jordan looked back to Rosaline as she asked her a simple question. Jordan wasn’t much of a dancer and she especially didn’t dance on her own with a tons of strangers around, no way! She pictured herself briefly, doing such things and choked back a giggle.
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Post by `` R o b Y n Belacqua on May 15, 2009 14:38:49 GMT -6
Robyn pulled a face of disgust, both when some loser decided it was fun to run around wearing nothing, and at the thought of dancing.
"Give me two more of these and I'll be out there. No chance till then, though hun." She said, winking as she sat down, cross-legged on the curb. She sighed and looked around, her sharp, intelligent eyes daring people to come near. To her boredom's disappointment, no one took up her dare. She was tempted to sigh again, but that would give the impression of "omg I hate life". Actually, she was starting to like it here in Neclymoure.
Robyn started, suddenly realising the other two girls didn't know her name. Way to go...
"Well, I'm Robyn. Say it's a guys name and I'll treat you like a guy." She said darkly, but with a light edge to her voice, and a sparkle in her eye.
Robyn was easy going enough, if you didn't rub her to wrong way she was a real laugh. But she always had a slight edge to her, always a part of her double checking what the other part of her was up to. Except for one small problem. When she got drunk, both parts of her got drunk. So it was totally useless right when she needed it.
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Post by Rosaline Rivers on May 18, 2009 17:05:37 GMT -6
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"Nice to meet you, Jordan," Rosaline replied, mainly from reflex. Her eyes jumped from the girl who'd yet to share her name and Jordan, and she suddenly felt bored with just sitting there, especially with all the people dancing so close to her. Rosaline herself didn't usually dance; she didn't really like to unless it was formal and very classy. But yet, she still felt compelled to have some fun, and dancing, at the moment, seemed the easiest way to do so.
Silencing her urge to have a good time for a moment, she listened to Jordan's answer. She almost laughed herself, but she held it back while the small band beside her tried to casually move their equipment as the distance between them and the crowd became a bit too wide. Her eyes followed them until they shifted all the way to her right. The moving caused the beat that had filled the air to stutter and become uneven, and it made Rosaline oddly nervous, for what reason she could not explain, but the song quickly regained it's rhythm. Rosaline found herself tapping her foot and nodding her head. And she didn't stop herself.
Her lips broke into a surprised smile at the words of the stranger beside her, who Rosaline now knew was Robyn. She ignored the first statement, hoping that that wasn't true, because the urge to dance was creeping back up on her again. "I like your name. It's like the bird," Rosaline said softly, then wondered Robyn had even heard it over the drums.
A moment passed and Rosaline suddenly jumped up and swayed to the next song which had blended right in to the one before it. Then she bent down and grabbed the hands of the two woman, pulling slightly. "C'mon, I can show you how to dance!" she urged, and the world started to take on a dream-like quality as she tried to get her new acquaintances to join her.
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Post by X . x Jordan Craft x . X on May 30, 2009 3:14:17 GMT -6
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[/glow] Jordan smiled at Rosaline as she made clear that it was a pleased to meet her. Maybe coming out was a good idea, she didn’t get out much and she didn’t really take the time to know people, but if there were more people around as nice as Rosaline then maybe she should come out more often, that way if she made friends she wouldn’t feel so lonely here. Jordan watched the band as they moved around to get closer to the people that had slowly moved away. She slightly felt a little disappointed that everyone was moving even thought it was only slightly but she was getting the feeling of being in the outskirts again. The music started back up with its strong beat and she felt a little better.
Jordan listened to the other girl with them introduce herself she gave her a small polite wave. Rosaline then spoke of her name was that of a bird. Jordan could remember when she was little her grandma had a farm and she had wild Robin’s that would come down and wait for food on her back porch. She smiled at the memory and mentally told herself that it wasn’t going to upset her, she was having a good time here and she didn’t want to ruin it by letting old memories upset her. She sighed and looked up only to be shocked to see Rosaline jump up and gave hold of both hers and Robyn’s hands giving a small tug and asked to come dance. Jordan smile and thought… What the hell you only live once.
I’m warning you I’m not very good” she said getting to her feet.
Jordan let go of Rosaline’s hand and rubbed the nervous sweat from the palms of her hands, have she really had a enough to drink to do this, what happened if she make a fool of herself. She wondered if Robyn was going to dance as well. Jordan remembered that before she mentioned something about needing more drinks before she would dance. Maybe she wouldn’t dance after all. Jordan was a little disappointed and a little nervous just standing there, what was she suppose to do? Her hands had become sweaty again, she wiped them again and looked from Rosaline to the crowd of dancing people, was she really going to do this?… Sure she was. Yes indeedy. [glow=purple,2,300]
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