Pay close attention! Don't listen to me from now~Jeff (open)
Apr 3, 2014 21:28:53 GMT -5
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Post by Lilliana Nariko on Apr 3, 2014 21:28:53 GMT -5
A thin voice raised into the noon's wind, stifled to a bare murmur by the many heavy scarves, hoods, and hats the rather strange merrymaker wore. She was positively draped in layers of clothes as if she couldn't possibly expose an inch of skin. One hand, shrouded with an ill fitting glove, raised a cup into the air and waved it about jovially. She threw her head back and laughed through the fabrics that clung to her face. It was a nice day today what with the wind she thought bitterly, she rather wanted to feel it through her hair and over her skin and not through the stifling clothes. She curled back down all at once and pulled the cloth on her face away to reveal the odd little malady her clothes otherwise still hid, skin white as winter. She leaned forward, the sparse beams of sunlight didn't touch her chin under the wide brimmed hat now.
She sat on top of a crate, the makeshift table consisting of a box with little plates and cups laid around the top ever so carefully as to be as evenly aligned with each other as possible. Three stuffed animals in varying stages of disrepair sat around her. Some looked to have been gathered out of a garbage can, one was completely indiscernible as to species through years of wear. She cackled merrily and babbled at the toys as though she were having the grandest tea party while storm clouds brewed in the distance. She almost seemed like a child far overdressed and loquacious with her imaginary friends. Sadly she wasn't so young anymore, she hadn't been for a long time.
She smirked at the molding teddy bear across from her and chuckled in a rich voice that whispered away on the wind. "An ya knowit, da's the only way to get the monster under the bed to go away? Assumin' it be the right monster." She chortled solicitously and let her cup fall back down onto the plastic plate as though the very action fascinated her. She stared at the disarray it caused for a moment and shifted uncomfortably. She keened softly, small hands rubbing on her arms over the heavy sleeves. She whined and worried at her sleeves until she couldn't take it any more and quickly straightened out the plate and the empty cup. She had forgotten something. What had she forgotten? It had been right there. It had come like a piercing flash right between her eyes. An image, an answer, a question, a memory, it had all been right there and then it had gone again.
She rocked on her haunches anxious as a cornered rat and whined pitifully. Tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled up the scarves that covered her mouth, tucking them carefully into the layers of hoods so that they once again covered her all the way to her nose. I promised... What did I promise? Who did I promise? What promise? Forgot a promise? What did I forget? I don't remember. Don't remember what? What I forgot. What did I do? I forgot. Oh.
Her hands shook as she rolled forward onto her knees and curled up there. What had it been? Nothing. She slowly sat back up and crossed her legs awkwardly. She resumed her simple chatter to the stuffed animals as though they were the grandest little audience she could entertain. She seemed to care very little as thunder rumbled in the distance, a little rain never hurt anyone during a tea party; rather it helped refill the pot!
She squealed gleefully into the wind as she played with the stuffed toys. If only the teddy bear had been nicer, she shrieked and slapped it off the floorboards and watched it roll into the choppy waters below. She stared after it a moment before curling her small hand in the overlarge glove in a perfunctory goodbye. So it was down to her and the other two, maybe that one was a fox? It was hard to tell. She worried nothing of it and continued the party as if nothing had happened. What a jolly day for a tea party, once the sky darkened into night she could remove a few layers. Maybe it really would rain, she could use a bath she thought.
She sat on top of a crate, the makeshift table consisting of a box with little plates and cups laid around the top ever so carefully as to be as evenly aligned with each other as possible. Three stuffed animals in varying stages of disrepair sat around her. Some looked to have been gathered out of a garbage can, one was completely indiscernible as to species through years of wear. She cackled merrily and babbled at the toys as though she were having the grandest tea party while storm clouds brewed in the distance. She almost seemed like a child far overdressed and loquacious with her imaginary friends. Sadly she wasn't so young anymore, she hadn't been for a long time.
She smirked at the molding teddy bear across from her and chuckled in a rich voice that whispered away on the wind. "An ya knowit, da's the only way to get the monster under the bed to go away? Assumin' it be the right monster." She chortled solicitously and let her cup fall back down onto the plastic plate as though the very action fascinated her. She stared at the disarray it caused for a moment and shifted uncomfortably. She keened softly, small hands rubbing on her arms over the heavy sleeves. She whined and worried at her sleeves until she couldn't take it any more and quickly straightened out the plate and the empty cup. She had forgotten something. What had she forgotten? It had been right there. It had come like a piercing flash right between her eyes. An image, an answer, a question, a memory, it had all been right there and then it had gone again.
She rocked on her haunches anxious as a cornered rat and whined pitifully. Tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled up the scarves that covered her mouth, tucking them carefully into the layers of hoods so that they once again covered her all the way to her nose. I promised... What did I promise? Who did I promise? What promise? Forgot a promise? What did I forget? I don't remember. Don't remember what? What I forgot. What did I do? I forgot. Oh.
Her hands shook as she rolled forward onto her knees and curled up there. What had it been? Nothing. She slowly sat back up and crossed her legs awkwardly. She resumed her simple chatter to the stuffed animals as though they were the grandest little audience she could entertain. She seemed to care very little as thunder rumbled in the distance, a little rain never hurt anyone during a tea party; rather it helped refill the pot!
She squealed gleefully into the wind as she played with the stuffed toys. If only the teddy bear had been nicer, she shrieked and slapped it off the floorboards and watched it roll into the choppy waters below. She stared after it a moment before curling her small hand in the overlarge glove in a perfunctory goodbye. So it was down to her and the other two, maybe that one was a fox? It was hard to tell. She worried nothing of it and continued the party as if nothing had happened. What a jolly day for a tea party, once the sky darkened into night she could remove a few layers. Maybe it really would rain, she could use a bath she thought.