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Post by alpha on Jan 28, 2010 19:34:11 GMT -8
Show me how to lie You’re getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that’s hard to teach Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you step back into line A mob jumps to their feet Rhea sat on the wooden swing in the front yard of her humble home, the shade of the tree cast over her small body as she softly swung her feet, kicking up the dirt of the ground with her bare feet, the grass had been worn down for how many times she had swung on this very swing. If she would miss anything when she left, it would be this swing. But sadly, probably only this swing. The day was mild and nice for winter, but Greece never really got cold. Rhea, in her whole life, had never seen snow before because of the fact that she had never been very far from Athens, she felt like a caged bird, sad, lonely, and trapped. She wanted to grow her own pair of wings and fly away at about this point. When she was younger, she used to swing as high as she could on the swing because she thought that if she could get high enough and fast enough, then jump she could just fly away. She only proceeded in breaking her ankle. With a heavy sigh, she kicked a rock with her bare feet and barely felt anything because of the fact that she was always running around barefooted. The rock flew across the yard and hit a metal fence post, making a loud pingnoise and freaking out a couple sheep. They bleated loudly at Rhea in an irritated manner and trotted off as fast as their stumpy little legs would allow them. Rhea had always liked goats better then sheep. Goats were stronger, thinner, faster and smarter then sheep. Besides, she had a brown birthmark of an ibex on her stomach, which was a relative of a goat, how much cooler can that get? This was Rhea's logic, don't try and understand it. For now, Rhea waited patiently for her brother to come home, she had accidentally locked herself out of the house, which she really didn't mind, she'd rather be outside then inside but she was thirsty and had to use the bathroom and she wasn't about to go outside for that. For now, she would just sit on her swing and braid her hair as she rocked herself lightly until her brother came back from... where ever he was. He had mentioned something about buying a helot, and Rhea had thought, "Why!?". Buying a slave? That's a bit low, she thought, but their father was getting sick, and Rhea was too weak and young to help out around the herd and farm so it made since that Democritis might want to buy a helot to help out a bit. Rhea looked up when she heard the rumbling of their car against the gravel road. Rhea got up and gather her long, breezy skirt at the front and tip-toed daintily through the gravel, she might be used to walking about barefooted, but walking on sharp gravel still hurt, no matter if you had the toughest feet in the world. The golden bangles around her ankles jingled together as she stepped, her hair and large hoop earrings bobbing as the car in the distance came closer and she now stood off to the side of the drive, wanting to see the helot, she had never seen one before and some childish part of her wondered if they looked different from other people, and to complain to Democritis that she got locked out. -- Democritis drove silently in the car, his eyes locked on the road, not look at the new female helot in the car next to him, he hadn't said a word, only to introduce himself and tell her who'd she'd living with and her duties, cleaning, taking care of his father and Rhea-Rhea would seriously disprove of being coddled like a child, he knew-and helping with various chores around the house. Mostly he needed a 'baby sitter' for Rhea, so she could double as that, he figured, make sure she didn't run off with some strangers or steal something. Democritis saw the house in the horizon, and he knew that he was nearing. Not three minute later he pulled in front of the house, a tired and thirsty Rhea standing in front of the house with 'that look' on her face. That look where her chin jutted out and she pouted a bit, her brow furrowing which told him that she was disappointed about something. Democritis could guess why, she hadn't verbally voiced her disapproval of buying a helot, but made it clear through her actions. She had disappeared after eating an apple for breakfast and Democritis knew where she had gone, down to the ocean to think at the beach, where she always went if she was upset or mad about something, or just needed to think, Democritis always knew that he would find her there after the two of them fought, and would go out and fetch her if it got too dark out. "... We're here." He said blankly to her as he stepped out of the car, and Rhea was already peering curiously into the window, though she hadn't moved from her spot, and when Democritis approached the door to unlock it he heard Rhea mumble to herself, "I knew he'd buy her..." She said it as if she had seen the helot before, maybe she had. She couldn't remember half of the things she saw in her sleep until she encountered the moment in time which she had dreamed about. Rhea tip-toed across the gravel again to the helot and offer a small smile, the half-Roma girl held out a small hand for her to shake. "Hi. I'm Rhea." She said, her grin growing. "Welcome to the family." Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I’m wide awake It’s a scene about me There’s something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can’t get what you want Well it’s all because of me
((... Does this work?))
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Post by Muse on Jan 28, 2010 22:01:45 GMT -8
Mira had sat in the passenger seat of the car in silence. The only noises she made were loud, almost hacking coughs that she attempted and failed to stifle. She stared out the window and would only look away from the glass to briefly glare at the man driving the vehicle. Demo-something. It was a strange name, and sounded like one that would have been used in the earlier years of Greece thousands of years ago. O f course, she didn’t know much about history or anything of the like. After being forced to become a helot, she really had had little time to even think about school, let alone attend it. She knew the basic things—reading, writing, math. Reading and writing she’d learned even before school started though—before her father died, actually. Everything else didn’t really apply to the life of a helot, she thought. There was really no point for people who were meant to serve a master—or several masters, in her case—all their life. Unlike how some girls may have been, Mira was not self-conscious to be wearing an old, worn out t-shirt, horribly ripped up jeans whose legs were too long for her, and sneakers that weren’t even worth wearing anymore. That was the only clothing that could be expected for a helot to wear, what with the fact that they had no money to buy better clothes. It bothered her sometimes, though. She’d see so many girls her age with much more attractive clothes and, despite herself, she’d sometimes feel a pang of jealousy, however shallow that might be.
As Mira watched the house in the distance get nearer, she absentmindedly gathered her hair at the nape of her neck and, pulling a well-used hair tie out of her pocket, pulled her raven-colored locks into a tight pony tail. They’d stay further out of the way, now. She watched the house grow larger as they approached, and vaguely wondered what sort of abuse might await her here. It wouldn’t be the first time. Helots were often beaten, whether it be just because, or not doing some work. At some places, she’d been more fortunate. She hadn’t been attacked, but simply had to work hard. She was used to it by now, something she detested. Mira remembered when she was younger and was practically waited on hand and foot, thanks to the servants. But now, despite her higher status before, she was part of the most hated group in society and considered lower than dirt. As the car stopped, she thought, No, no. Can’t the house just be a little farther away? After all, the longer the drive was, the longer it would take before she had to do anything.
She took off the seatbelt and, grabbing a plastic bag that held a few more articles of clothing, opened the door and slammed it hard. Of course, after the motion she swayed and had to lean against the car until she’d gotten her balance again. Truly, many would think there was no wonder why she’d become a helot. They’d immediately jump to the conclusion that her parents must have gotten rid of her. And that was basically it. At first, Mira was taken aback when the girl, probably Demo-whatever’s younger sister, offered a hand and welcomed her. Out of shock, she almost took the hand and thanked the girl. But then she got a hold on herself, quickly slapping the hand away and making a little scoffing sound. She hadn’t hit Rhea’s arm hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to get the girl’s hand away from her. That would probably make the girl dislike her, Mira thought, but it was better than getting close to the kid and then something bad happening to her. After suffering the loss and pain she’d felt after her father’s death, she never wanted to feel such grief again.
After watching Rhea for a moment more, an unreadable expression in the teenager’s eyes, she walked around the girl and trailed reluctantly after…Democritis—right, that was it. She wondered vaguely if she might like it here. Far out in the distance, she could hear waves crashing against the shore. The salty smell of the ocean was strong here. The people—well, at least the girl—seemed nice enough. Democritis didn’t look exactly like the type that would up and attack her if she did something wrong. He’d mentioned she’d have to help take care of his father. She wondered vaguely if the man was sick and suddenly felt the slightest pang of pity for the older boy. Although, that was replaced immediately with a quiet hatred. Well, it was to be expected. Who wouldn’t hate someone who paid money to take them and have them work—for absolutely nothing in return?
As Mira waited for Democritis to open the door, she broke into a loud coughing fit without warning. As the coughing subdued, she gripped tightly at the man’s arm to keep herself upright. She immediately let go after she realized what she’d done, cheeks burning in humiliation. I’m going to be out of here by the end of the week, she thought despairingly. Of this she was positive. Whether these Spartans may be even partially kind, very few were willing to keep such a weakened person around.
[FAIL. D8]
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Post by alpha on Jan 29, 2010 7:52:06 GMT -8
Rhea looked almost hurt when the helot hit her hand away, she didn't know what to expect and the helot seemed hostile and distant. A bit like her brother, I suppose. Rhea just walked away, stepping softly on the sharp gravel that scratched up her bare feet. "You're going to get sick." Democritis told her, not looking at the little girl who had now rejoined him at his side. "It's warm outside, smart one." Was her only reply.
Rhea jumped when the helot started coughing and clutched onto Democritis, and Democritis seemed more alarmed at the sudden contact with another human more then anything. He waited patiently for the helot to quiet hacking, covering up his surprise with a look of indifference. "You can have some water inside." He told her blankly as he opened the door to the humble, one story house. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, almost being toppled by Rhea as she darted in, he was too busy being annoyed with her that he missed the sympathetic glace that Rhea gave Mira. Rhea had also been judged as weak because she was so small and fragile, she was hardly four nine now, and she could get sick easily, though not as quickly as this new helot seemed to be, it was a mild winter ad she was still coughing like she had a chest cold.
Before Devon could get five steps into the door, Rhea was already back with a glass of water, one for her and one for Mira. She was still trying to be friends with Mira, which Devon thought foolish... but then again, it might be because Rhea didn't have very many friends. "Here. Figured you might want some." She told the helot-who she didn't know the name of yet-gently as her bounding came to a stop and she tried to keep the water from sloshing out of the glass cups. Democritis sighed and began to scold her. "Go into the kitchen with those Rhea, you'll spill them and you're tracking dirt all through the house, how many times have I told your not to go outside barefooted?" He said, his clear blue eyes narrowing a bit in annoyance. "I'll clean it up." Was Rhea's only response, she didn't even look at her brother. Democritis sighed and made his way through the house, eying the tiny dirt footprints Rhea had brought in with irritation. He tossed the keys lightly onto the kitchen counter before her retrieved a glass of water for himself.
((No, this is fail.))
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Post by Muse on Jan 30, 2010 15:26:54 GMT -8
Mira looked rather ashamed for slipping up like that—although, there was a part of her that was irritated that he hadn’t been concerned in the least. Although, it wasn’t very surprising. After all, who cared about a sick helot? The thought was full of bitterness as it came through her mind. But really, it didn’t seem anyone cared, even if at one point she had been from a wealthy Spartan family high up in society. If she was a weakling who was unwanted by her own mother, then few would care much about her. Although, both of her own parents had been judged as weak. They’d just been fortunate enough to be kept. ”If only Father were still alive,” she mumbled. Her lips barely moved, and no sound actually came out. Nobody would notice, whether they were paying attention or not. She caught the sympathetic look as they entered the door. The helot simply looked back with an unreadable, maybe even distant, expression. Sympathy, although not something she hadn’t seen directed at her before, was an emotion that she didn’t see in people’s eyes when they looked at her too terribly often. Mira figured this kid had been judged as weak, which was the cause of the sympathy she showed her. She didn’t exactly look like the sturdy type.
Mira saw the girl leave the room, and then enter again with two glasses filled nearly to the brim with water, spilling everywhere. She was surprised when it was offered to her, for she’d expected it would be for Democritis. Was this kid actually trying to be friends with her? Well, that was quite a surprise. ”Here. Figured you might want some." Mira almost timidly accepted. Although she wasn’t exactly a shy person, this was strange to her. As she took the glass into her hands, the slightest upturn of the corners of her mouth would have been noticed by the younger girl. Mira didn’t bother to say anything as Democritis started snapping at Rhea, just took long gulps of the water. She was hungry, too. Maybe the water would make that hunger subside if only for a little while. While Democritis finished up his lecture, Mira, who was just out of his line of vision, rolled her eyes a bit. She almost found it humorous. It was as if he thought he was the one who would have to clean it up. She wasn’t too surprised when Rhea said that she’d clean it up herself, although some children would have said the helot would do the work.
When Democritis went to the kitchen, Mira lingered in the entryway with Rhea. ”Rhea, then. You said that was your name? Mira…” she awkwardly introduced herself, though she looked the child directly in the eyes, obviously not exactly unwilling to speak. Her voice was quiet, low in tone, as opposed to the high voice of most girls. ”How old’re you, anyway? Can’t be much older than ten.” Well, it wasn’t as if she were about to hold a conversation with Democritis.
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Post by alpha on Jan 30, 2010 17:03:48 GMT -8
Rhea has fetched a dish rag and downed her water before Mira had started talking. She had begun to clean up the water and the dirt foot prints now, and had made her way back to the main room. The small girl looked up when Mira began to talk again-she was right with her thoughts of Mira being judged a weakling were correct, but the family had kept her because of her mother's belief that no child should be abandoned.
Rhea was happily scrubbing at the wooden floor-don't ask how a girl can be cleaning and happy because I do not know- when Mira began to speak again. She looked up, brushing her long thick hair out of her face before answering in a bell-like voice. "Yeah, Rhea." She said to a nod and a grin. "Mira... I like that name." She commented before soaking up me water again. She laughed and looked up a second time when Mira commented about her age. "I'm going to be eightteen... eventually." She joked, though no one would probably get the joke but her. Such was Rhea's logic. "I'm actually twelve." She told Mira. "I'm just really short." She explained, standing up now, the dirty dish rag in one hand. "Sorry if my brother seems kinda cold... he doesn't act like that all the time, well... okay, he does." Rhea said with a small laugh, though it wasn't happy like the one before, it was a bit more bitter.
Those who knew Rhea knew that she was a very emotional person. Even though who didn't know her could tell this, even. Rhea laughed a lot, cried a lot, and smiled a lot. She and her brother were as different as night and day. One could hardly ever tell what Devon was thinking or how he felt. Half the time her walked around with this expression on his face that led you to believe that he was upset about something, though one can never know. He never told anyone what he was thinking and no one could guess, and he liked it that way. Completely different from Rhea, who could sit and talk with a stranger for hours over any topic at all, sharing her two cents on this and that. And that's the way Rhea liked it.
"Anyways, how old are you?" Rhea said with a tilt of her head, all of her hair piling over to one side as she did that, a few of the braided strands falling over her shoulder. "You don't look too older, either." She pointed out, placing her head in the proper position again. Rhea twirled a strand of her brown hair around one finger idly as she watched Mira.
Democritis watched from the door way, leaning against it with his shoulder as he held firmly onto the glass of water. Pressing the cool rip to his lips he took a drink, noting how Rhea seemed to act like she had known this person for years. He smirked when Rhea mentioned that he was 'cold', it was an all-too-true description of the man, he didn't get close to anyone, for any reason. He didn't need them, anyways, what use would it serve?
((>.< Sorry, it's a bad post.))
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Post by Muse on Jan 30, 2010 19:24:51 GMT -8
Mira shrugged at the compliment. It was a name—not even a Greek one, either. Hebrew, or something like that. It meant bitterness, she thought. She was sure she’d looked it up once when she was younger, though she wasn’t quite sure about it. Anyway, although she thought it sounded nice, she fairly disliked the meaning. Although, now it fit all too well. It was ironic, she thought. The teenager arched her eyebrows at Rhea’s response to her second question. She didn’t see the humor in it, but Rhea’s laughing—which was fairly infectious—caused her to smirk a bit. "Sorry if my brother seems kinda cold... he doesn't act like that all the time, well... okay, he does." Mira’s smirk remained at the second comment and once more she shrugged. ”I could tell from the minute he spoke to me that he’d be rather cold. It’s better than the way some people act, though.” She took a sip from her already nearly empty glass. She didn’t exactly realize Democritis was in the doorway. She probably wouldn’t have cared if he was. She knew what she was talking about when she mentioned that coldness was better than other people’s personalities. It could be difficult being a helot—any other would immediately agree with her.
”Sixteen,” she replied to Rhea’s question. In a few months I’ll be seventeen. She watched Rhea with her piercing eyes, then looked off to the side. ”Democritis mentioned I’d have to help take care of your father…” she trailed off for a moment, then resumed again, though she seemed almost reluctant to ask the question. ”…Is…is he sick often?” The man couldn’t be old enough to already be near death, could he? Democritis still seemed like a young man, probably just out of high school, or maybe still in it. When she asked about Rhea’s father, there was a little flash of pity. If her assumptions were correct, she might know how the girl might feel about it. She’d suffered through losing her father—the best father in the world, she was positive. It was absolute torture, losing him, watching him die. But then again, the man, even if sick often, may not be near dying. She didn’t need to jump to conclusions. He might be fine, just with some simple health problems.
That’s when Mira looked up from Rhea to see Democritis in the doorway. Her eyes widened a little bit, as she’d been taken by surprise. ”Are you eavesdropping, or something?” she asked, sounding a little irritated for some unknown reason. It’s not like she’d said anything important. She just disliked people watching her, maybe. She herself wasn’t sure why she was annoyed.
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Post by alpha on Jan 30, 2010 19:52:20 GMT -8
"It doesn't sound Grecian, my middle name isn't Grecian, Jaelle, it's Romani." Rhea said with a sense of pride so strong that it could have not been mistaken for anything else. Rhea was proud of her Roma heritage, though many people said that 'Gypsies' were thieving, nasty people. Rhea just ignored them or politely asked them to say 'Roma or Rom' instead of Gypsy, as the term was offensive. "It means Ibex." She said to Mira, though she did not ask. "Almost seventeen... you're a little bit younger then Demo, he's twenty one." Rhea said to her comment about her age. Rhea's brilliant blue eyes cast themselves down wards with Mira's question about her father. "All the time, he is never well." Rhea said with a lowered voice. He would not live, Rhea had seen it from the gods, but she did know that he went out peacefully, no pain was felt. "People say it's the water here. We still get our water from a well and a lot of people claim that it has 'gone bad' so to speak. After my mother gave birth to Democritis it took her a long time to pregnant again, which is why there is such a huge age difference between my brother and I." Rhea said, explaining the situation. "Then she got pregnant with me, but died shortly after. The doctors say that more then likely that when I get older I'll have a lot of health problems." She said.
Rhea looked over her shoulder when Mira looked over at Devon, she blushed a bit, knowing that her older brother would disappointed in her for talking so freely to any body, really. As Rhea predicted, Devon shot Rhea a disapproving glace before walking fully into the room. "This is my house, I can go where I please." He said to her, one might assume that he would look smug while saying this, but his face was as blank as ever, his bright blue eyes not betraying any emotion at all.
((Bleh.))
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Post by Muse on Jan 31, 2010 9:53:32 GMT -8
”Romani, huh?” Mira smiled a little. She’d once been told she looked like she had Romani in her. But that was impossible—after all, both of her parents were Spartans. Every time she told herself this, though, there was a nagging at the back of her mind of some sort, saying she didn’t look much like either of her parents. But she refused to consider that. No, those were her parents. They were both Spartans. There was nothing else in her, she was sure. “I think I like that name… Jaelle. I like its meaning.”
“Really? Twenty-one. Heh. He looks a little younger.” Mira was smirking from hearing Democritis’ nickname. Demo. Ha. The calm, nearly cheerful expression fell from her face as Rhea explained that their father was sickly. Part of her wondered how she’d be able to help take care of him. It would be so difficult, because it would make her think of her father every time she had to get near. Then, she’d probably start to cry. And crying was something she just didn’t want to do in front of anyone. ”I know how it feels, Rhea. To see your father so sick. Mine was sick all his life. He died when I was five…” She trailed off a little. Her voice had become strained. She blinked her eyes a couple times. They hadn’t even started watering yet. She’d caught herself before she’d started bawling like an idiot.
Mira simply nodded as Rhea spoke. Once she’d finished, she commented, “Health problems suck.” As if on cue, this statement was punctuated with a cough she stifled. As the man in the doorway gave his sister a disapproving look, she held her tongue. She thought he didn’t like Rhea talking to a helot about these things. She didn’t know that he would have done it had the girl spoken about this with anyone they didn’t know well. Irritation flashed in her dark eyes. She said nothing, though she really wanted to snap at him.
"This is my house, I can go where I please." ”I never said you couldn’t, Democritis. But that doesn’t mean you have to lurk in the doorway like a spy while your sister and I talk. Like you said, this is your house and you can go where you please. Nothing’s holding you back from entering the room, whether you’d be interrupting the conversation or not.” There was a hint of sarcasm, mixed with annoyance in her voice. Her eyes were cold now, losing the emotion she’d held in them when Rhea had mentioned her father. Poor girl. ”After all,” she added, voice even colder, with more sarcasm. ”I am just a helot, right?” Obviously, Mira was very easily irritated, even if someone hadn’t meant to do anything to bother her.
[Fail. D8]
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Post by alpha on Jan 31, 2010 11:03:34 GMT -8
Rhea just kind of smirked. “An ibex is pretty much a goat, not a very… eh, beautiful, meaning, but I like it, too.” She said with a shrug. “It because I have a birthmark on my stomach that’s goat shaped.” She explained briefly, then laughed when she mentioned that Devon looked younger. “Yeah, Democritis is kinda young looking.” As for her comment of her father being ill she just shrugged and said, “I don’t know how I feel. Sometimes I’m sad; sometimes I’m angry about it, most of the time I just don’t know, though.” She said to Mira. “I’m sorry about your father, I’m sure that he resides with the gods now.” Rhea said to Mira with sincerity. Rhea was silent when Mira spoke to Democritis, though her chin did jut out in a small, unhappy scowl. “And nothing is keeping me from leaving the door way, helot.” Democritis snapped at her. “Mind your tongue unless you want to be hit.” He threatened. “Nothing gives you the right to speak to me like that.” At this point Rhea interrupted him with a snarl on her face, she almost looked like a young lion, one lip drawn up in a look of distaste and anger. “If you lay one hand on her Democritis, may the gods help you because I will not be very happy.” This threat probably could have been funny, coming from such a small girl, a bit pitiful, because how could sure a tiny creature harm anyone? But if black widows could talk and threaten, the world would take them seriously. An angry Rhea was a rare sight, and one that you did not want to see. Since Rhea was so small, so often resorted to throwing things and Rhea could sling a chair pretty far and pretty hard when she wanted too. Democritis glared at his little sister, and Rhea returned the gesture with the narrowing of her pretty blue eyes and jutting her chin out even further, creating a positively furious look. Rhea would be over this soon, however, it was impossible for the girl to stay mad at anyone for any amount of time. ((::is shot:
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Post by Muse on Jan 31, 2010 14:06:08 GMT -8
Mira nodded. She already knew what an ibex was. Of course, from her comment it may be thought she didn’t. But even if it wasn’t exactly a beautiful meaning, she certainly liked animals. And goats were kind of cute, in their own way. Although, she wouldn’t admit that out loud. ”That must be an interesting birth mark,” she commented, smirking a little bit once again. ”While Father was alive, I guess I kind of denied the fact that he was sick, in my mind. I thought he was too strong, too… amazing. Nothing bad could happen to him. The real sadness came after he was gone, I suppose.” She smiled sadly. “I agree. He must reside with them now. He was always a great man. If he were still around…” she trailed off and shrugged. Though, the second half of the statement sort of lingered in the air. I would still live at home. Of course, her mother had to utterly despise her. She didn’t even understand why, though. Why was she so hated by her own mother?
Mira’s eyes narrowed when Democritis snapped. She took the words like a slap to the face, and wanted to make a retort. But instead she kept her mouth shut. Ha! she thought. So, I don’t have to right to talk to you that way, but everyone has the right to treat me however they like? Just because I’m ‘weak’? She wished she could have said that. But instead, she pressed her lips together and glared darkly at Democritis.
Now, something she hadn’t expected happened. She never would have thought that Rhea would have acted that way. About her. Rhea really wanted to be her friend this much? Mira stayed quiet as Rhea threatened her brother. Normally, she would have found this a little funny. But right now she saw just how fierce the younger girl was about this. She saw how willing Rhea was to protect her. Realizing her eyes had widened in surprise, Mira quickly composed her face, messing with her hair, taking it out of the pony tail.
[=stabbed=]
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Post by alpha on Jan 31, 2010 14:39:48 GMT -8
(( ::...pokes: Democritis and Rhea glared at each other for a couple more moments before they both straitened out and Democritis cast a glance at Mira before her stalked outside without a word, closing the door roughly behind him. Rhea watched his retreating back, casting a glace at some pictures on a desktop near the door that had rattled together before looking back up at Mira, her cheerful face now sullen. She offered a small smile though, at least, tried too. "Sorry." She said to her. "Really... he isn't like that all the time... he's just bitter, it's just the way he is..." She tried to explain her brother's actions, but that was hard, in Rhea's point of veiw he really had no right to do that. ((::is stabbed also:
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Post by Muse on Jan 31, 2010 15:47:47 GMT -8
Mira easily met Democritis’ eyes as he looked at her. She glared at his back as he slammed the door. She snapped out of her furious state as Rhea spoke, though the irritation was still there, along with anger and even some fear, though that was barely there, now that Democritis had left the room. You couldn’t blame her for being afraid. He was obviously strong. Getting hit by him would hurt like hell.
”You’re not the one who should be apologizing, Rhea.” She shook her head, putting two fingers to her temple. She had a slight headache. But she’d be fine. ”I hate it when people act like that, though.” She was silent for a while. Then she added, ”I’ll try and believe you, about him not always being like that.” Maybe his father’s sickness bothers him? she thought to herself in a corner of her mind. It was possible, but it seemed not even Rhea knew why he acted a certain way sometimes.
”Do you two get along?” she asked. ”At all?” She and Democritis had certainly gotten off on the wrong foot. And from what she’d seen, Rhea and him were complete opposites. She couldn’t imagine them getting along.
[DDDD8 Hmm. Maybe we could do another thread after this with JUST Mira and Demo. xDD Fun.]
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Post by alpha on Jan 31, 2010 16:53:33 GMT -8
Rhea smiled a bit sheepishly before responding. "Not really." She said to her. "We've never gotten along very well, we're about as alike as night and day." She said with a soft laugh. Rhea gazed at the ground for a moment before looking back at Mira. "Yeah, but I'm still sorry about what he did. He had no right." She said to her.
((::is shot:: Yeah, that would be fne. ^^))
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Post by Muse on Jan 31, 2010 17:02:22 GMT -8
[So... shall we end this thread and start on a new thread? I have no... eheh... MUSE. XD]
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Post by alpha on Jan 31, 2010 17:16:19 GMT -8
((XD Sure, I have none of that either. x( XD))
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