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Post by Lynnette Chevalier on Jul 14, 2010 14:29:00 GMT -5
Lynnette walked into the dining hall. Time to each she guessed. Alice was in her hand like she normally was when she walked to the dining hall. People always yelled at her for talking to herself, so she brought Alice to ease the anger, but at times, it inly seemed to make things worse. Sometimes she wished she was not here in the orphanage. She had been called crazy and that she should just go and die or leave and never come back or just simply go to an asylum. The thought of leaving popped in her head all the time. Being free of these cynical people and around others like her? It sounded much better, but she seemed to brought back for no reason. Well beyond the fact that this place had been her home for more than half her life was one, but otherwise, no. Friends maybe... but she seemed to not have many. Why do you insist on coming out here in the crowd of people that hate you? You just make yourself look ridiculous. Lynnette shook her head. "No I do not. Not my fault people do not like me," she murmured softly.
Laughing rang around in her head. Really? You think that it is not you? Oh my, you are rather stupid to think that it was them that have the issue and it not being yours. Cause it is. Lynnette shook her head again and sat down at the table, further away than most of the other children. She did not want to hear their criticism about how she is freak and needed to go away or that she needed to shut up cause she talked to much. Even the people she had fought along side with all had some kind of hate for her. Sighing softly, she sat Alice in front of her and looked at her before looking at her plate that was empty. Her stomach growled softly and she frowned. She did not want to get up and hear people talking, but she did so anyway. Grabbing the plate and Alice by the hand, she walked over to get her food. Nothing that was ever really good, but it was better than nothing. The food had been slapped down on her plate and she walked back to her spot near the end of the table. "You know Alice. One of these days, I should just leave," she mumbled, setting the doll on the table again.
She sat her head on top of her hands as they lay on the table. Why? You are almost eighteen. You would be considered as an adult among the kids. Just leave then. Lynnette sighed. She only had one more year, as she had just turned seventeen. One more year before the kids would hate her more. One more year before she could end up as a sacrifice. "I can't just wait to be slaughtered you know Alice?" she stated rather obviously before taking her fork and began picking at the food before eating it. |
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Post by EFFERY WINCHESTER on Jul 21, 2010 15:58:06 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Effery had gotten her hands on a copy of Wilkie Collins' The Black Robe. She was quite pleased with herself. Currently she was seated at a table in the dining hall, her nose burried in the pages of the book. Effery was usually interested in books with more adventure, more love, more action, but for some reason this book had pulled her in. It wasn't as fast paced as others she'd read, but it was interesting. She wanted to know what would happen to the main character Romayne until the end.
The food sitting beside her book was untouched, her focus placed entirely on the book and its contents. Romayne had just won his duel and was hearing the deceased's brother's cries for the first time. Effery chewed her lip as she flipped a page. She hadn't opened a book since the uprising, therefore reading as quickly as she had before had taken some work. But she was doing fairly well now. Her finger moved along the page, just beneath the line of words she was currently on.
Moments later her finger paused and she found herself looking up, peering through a mess of golden hair. A soft voice could be heard from nearby and it sounded a little familiar...
There were plenty of voices ringing through the large room, so why would this one out of all of them tear her attention from the novel in her hands? Effery was curious enough about this to place a bookmark in the book and shut it before it pulled her in again. Placing a protective hand on the cover, Effery allowed herself to look around.
Soon enough she saw the source of the soft voice, and she stood, picking up her book and holding it to her chest with one hand while the other picked up her bowl of stew. She made her way over to the other table and sat by the other girl --not too close and not too far.
"I like your doll. What's her name?"
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Post by Lynnette Chevalier on Jul 22, 2010 5:36:27 GMT -5
Lynnette held her breath for a moment. It had been a slow night, really it had been. She had nothing to do, no one to talk to, at least no one who was willing to meet up with her today. Today was a day where she should have just stayed in her room. It was not like she ate all that often any way. Licking her rather plump lips, she looked down at the bread that was laced around the plate. Well more like a piece on one side of the plate. Maybe she could eat that before giving some other kid the food like she normally did. Eating once a day was her thing, and right now, she did not feel like eating.
Pulling the bread from the plate, she pulled it into pieces and ate some of them slowly. It was bland and stale and not all that appetizing. Making a rather disgusted face, she looked at the doll sitting in front of her. You know you are ridiculous right? Making scenes and what not. You even got that girl sitting over there walking over here. Lynnette had not paid attention to what Alice had said, but rather to the girl that was approaching. Odd that someone would approach her in this place. Her jaw fell open as the girl asked of her dolls name, and even said she liked her. She was shocked. No one ever liked her beaten up doll, yet this girl seemed to like her, and not only that, she was wanting to know the doll's name. Answer her stupid. Need not look dumb in front of someone who is trying to actually talk to you. Shaking her head gently and having a smile on her lips she looked over at the distant yet not so distant girl. "Her name is Alice. After my mother and sister."
A little more information than need be, but it just came out of her mouth. The girl was familiar, yet her name did not come to mind. She was never too good with names any way, at least with those who hardly talked with her. The girl was a derelict but that was as far as she could remember of the girl. "Your book," she motioned with her green eyes, "what is it called?" |
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