Title: breathe [NO] m.o.r.e
Description: Tagg:: Any Of The Daughters
Vanessa Cleveland - May 3, 2007 07:38 AM (GMT)
A girl laid in the middle of the vast woods with her eyes closed. Her jacket resting underneath her head as a makeshift pillow. To most it would look like she was sleeping but really she was only resting her eyes. The forest was the one place where any one could relax. Vanessa did it on a regular bases just to kill time. Hearing a twig snap made her eyes shoot open. But they weren't her normal hazel color. They were as black as the night sky if anyone cared to look. Sitting up slowly she looked around her surroundings. Raising brow a smile curled on her lips. "Come out, come out where ever you are.." she said not seeing anyone yet.
She could feel some one close by but couldn't tell who it was. "Serena?" saying her elder "sister's" name made her look around a little. "If you came here to nag at me some more I'm not in the mood" annoyance clearly was wrapped around the petite brunette's words. Serena was the only sister that Nessa didn't get along with. Serena was like the mother of the group. When ever she "used" Serena would be on her ass within minutes. "Don't make me come and find you.." she'd be lying if she wasn't a little worried. Only the daughters knew that she came here.
Olivia Mendell - May 3, 2007 10:59 PM (GMT)
Olivia had been running around town to just find someone to talk to, but realizing no one would be in town that she really knew, she had made herself go to the woods... the area where some of her "sisters" hung out. She did care if someone was there, for the place was dark and the place normally for subjects of the darker topics. She knew of the place only by memory of when she had last traveled there, which was over a month ago, looking as suspicious as ever, with a black hood and all that jazz. She thought it was perfect since the "mysterious" person running in the woods, if anyone would notice, wouldn't look that suspicious... well... to her friends. Her brunette hair flew back as she made her way, until she saw Vanessa. She thought the girl looked pretty calm, so she didn't want to bother her, until she stepped on a twig as she was trying to make her way back. She then came out into the clearing. She didn't want to show herself so easily, she knew that someone would tell her what a bad strategy that was, but she obviously did not care. Olivia just knew she had to learn to control her powers, since they simply wouldn't disappear.
She smirked, "Hello." She said and bit her lip as she put her hands on her hips to reveal herself. A black tee-shirt with the words in white, 'Teenagers, you love them...' and on the back it said, 'No? Didn't think so.' Then black jazz pants with black tennis shoes as well. Black, she plain loved the color, but sometimes she didn't like wearing it. She smiled as her brunette hair was held by a pony tail holder, with strands of it out of the band. She was wearing the rest of the classic Olivia clothing, just the things that made her look pretty much normal, as she was one of the younger members of the sisterhood, seeing as she was only sixteen. But of course, she was mature for a sixteen year old, never used to nonsense such as tales and stories, even though she did love parties. She smiled, "So... this is the Bennent woods? I forgot how this place looked..." It was true, Olivia had forgotten, mainly because the last time she had came was about a month ago.
Vanessa Cleveland - May 3, 2007 11:06 PM (GMT)
"Hello."
Letting out a breath she shook her head "Jesus Ollie could of said something a little sooner". Vanessa smiled letting her eyes shift back to her normal hazel color. "Don't you have school right now?" she said before leaning down and grabbing her jacket. Brushing off a couple leaves she slipped it back on. Zipping it up half way she looked back at her youngest sister. " You know Serena is gonna kill you for skipping out and roaming around in the woods" smirking she stuffed her hands into her black hooded hoody.
"I can get away with it because I don't give a crap what Serena says" letting out a small laugh she looked around a little forgetting where she had put her bag down. Seeing that it was a little ways away from her she grinned and lifted a hand. Her eyes flashed like fire for second as the bag lifted from the ground, came to her.
Olivia Mendell - May 4, 2007 02:01 AM (GMT)
Olivia looked at her feet and sighed as she looked around herself, trying to figure out what was going on with herself. Did she have to be magical? Magical... magic. The words were so filled with joy and happiness. She loved it, and it made her so filled with life and energy it was exciting. Being a witch wasn't what she wanted with her life, she wanted to be a Historian, to study the things the archaeologists find. It was perfect. But then she realized that she was from the wiccan line thanks to a family tree she found at her local library. Thanks a lot books, we all thought you were on the good side! Then somewhere in between she got her powers, late, of course. She was always a late bloomer when it came to almost everything. She smirked, "School is an idiotic system for those who can't learn or don't have instinct." She said and rolled her eyes as if it was obvious, "I only go because I don't like spending my time wandering around the streets when everyone else is there talking and just.... hanging around." Of course, most teenagers felt this way, especially people who just want to be out and about and not be lonely. Seeing as people like Olivia didn't have sanctuaries.
She smirked and giggled as Vanessa spoke her mind. Serena was like the mother of the group, Olivia didn't mind it, since she grew up with pretty much just a motherly figure. She smirked and then brushed her hair with her hand and looked around herself happily with a tad bit of eagerness. She didn't know what else to say but, "Good... because I don't even care what she says either." She laughed and smirked but looked to the sky where trees hid some of it. She loved the look of it, it was picture perfect and would be easily painted. She then smiled and looked at her feet again, she then glanced at Vanessa and then away.
Emily Lesperence - May 4, 2007 05:23 AM (GMT)
It was funny how she always did that; showed up out of nowhere with seemingly no aim and no purpose whatsoever. Had you not known the girl, you would have thought she was just wandering aimlessly through the woods and happened upon her friends there. But no, she knew they would be there. Thus, the reason why she was there. Unlike some other students, she had no classes at the time. Her schedule was quite a bit easier to handle than mosts'. It did give her certain freedoms, though. Longer lunches, which meant she had more time to study in between classes, look back and check over her work, it also meant that she could get to town and back if she ever needed to. The fact that she had a dorm on-campus helped, too. The fact she was without a dorm-mate wasn't too bad a deal, either. She did sort of fear the day someone came along and the school bunked them with her, but she figured she would deal with that when she came down that road.
The girl had erupted from the brush, having left behind the path she'd taken into Bennent Forest at first. She found herself climbing a slight hill in her knee-length plaid skirt, her head hidden under a hood for now. The baggy sleeves of her jacket coming down over freckled-hands, only to show off her long, nimble fingers, her fingertips slightly pink as usual. The bag slung across her chest and over her shoulders bounced against her butt; slightly annoying the seventeen-year old senior along her walk. She didn't bother to fix it, though. She simply let it be. Everything inside bouncing and rattling against each other with every climbing step. As she came up over the ip top of the hill, she looked down at the clearing below with her pale, green-blue orbs and spotted two very familiar figures laying there. Olivia and Vanessa; her sisters. Emily had no doubt in her mind that the Daughters had sensed her coming, they could all sense each other, and even more so when another was using.
Emily scooted her way down the side of the hill with ease for the most part, but when she managed to reach the bottom, her luck ran out. Unable to catch herself in time, she tripped over herself and landed on all foors. She groaned in part of pain, the other in part that she never seemed to catch a break. Stupid, clumsy things like these seemed to be happening to her more and more lately. It was driving her up the wall. Standing up as quickly as she could - not that there was anyone around that she was in dire need of impressing - and pretended as if it hadn't happened. Or at least she attempted to. Whether or not the girls had seen her had phased her, but at this point, she was so irritated with herself she just . . . shrugged it off. Emily shrugged it off like she did with everything. Gathering herself and locking away her frustration (again, just like she did everything else), she approached the girls with a huff before setting herself down on the grass next to them.
As always, she didn't say much, though she managed a quiet, "Hey, Vanessa. Hi, Olivia . . ." before slipping off her bag and placing it in her criss-crossed lap.
Vanessa Cleveland - May 4, 2007 06:01 AM (GMT)
"Good... because I don't even care what she says either."
"You won't be saying that once Serena finds out you skipped school she's like the Wicked Witch of Salem when she's pissed trust me" she said with a nod before grabbing a tree stump for a seat. Going through her bag she grabbed her note book and a pencil. Hearing what sounded like some one falling down made her turned her head and notice it was Emily. Her brows pushed together for second in worry but quickly went away seeing that Emily was fine.
"What is this? a meeting of the minds or something?" she said looking between her two sisters. "Why didn't I get the memo?" raising her brows she shook her head and looked down for second while doodling something. "So if you two are here where's our fearless leader?" she said never lifting her head from her note book.
Olivia Mendell - May 4, 2007 09:56 PM (GMT)
She smirked as she nodded, "The wicked witch? You know I love the Wizard Of Oz! Why'd you have to bring it up?" She asked and laughed. Serena did sometimes seem to be like a dictator, it was fine with Olivia, she never cared much for leading a group of people, even though Libby made a point for her voice to be heard. Olivia was like that, and she normally didn't like anything other then just to be there and active in the community. It was fine with her, of course to just be there, but in a group she was always there. Some people told her she was a little bit lucky, and Libby didn't know why. She didn't feel lucky, she felt cursed, and wiccan blood was horrible. Of course it was. She sighed and pointed to her hair with her hand so that the holder slipped off and pulled itself around her wrist. She didn't care if it stopped her blood circulation, it was the only place she could keep it.
She heard someone fall and she turned around, startled, almost like a fawn when the headlights of a car come straight at it. She then heard the greeting and the words that Vanessa said and she smirked. "Hey, Ems." She said and giggled. Olivia pulled herself up to the shortest branch which was only a little bit above her own height and sat on the branch. She laughed, "If she does get here, don't tell her I'm skipping. She already got onto me for failing history and calculus." She said and shrugged. "Anyways, she won't mind if I just say I got permission to skip." She said twirling her hair with her pointer finger in a cute way.
Emily Lesperence - May 5, 2007 05:29 AM (GMT)
At Vanessa's obvious rhetorical question, Emily simply sent her a side-ways glance. Though her face didn't show it, there was a twinkle in her pale eyes that told them she was laughing on the inside. Emily was a strange one like that sometimes. Her hands slithered up to the sides of her hood, gripped it, and pulled it down. A loose, lazy bun sitting at the upper-most back side of her head. She worked a finger into the band and stretched it from it's place. The no-longer strawberry blond ran her fingers through her now brunette locks. She sort of played with it a moment, pulling at the ends of it and curling it; she twisted and tousseled it a little, trying to get comfortable. This new hair didn't feel like her, but she needed some changed. Why not start there, hm?
One could tell she wasn't really listening just by the focused look on her face on her hair. It didn't last long, though; as soon as she heard 'fearless leader', she turned her head to face them both. Giving them both her full attention now. She hadn't heard everything they'd said, just the fearless leader part, and something deep, down inside of her flickered with very, very faint fear. Or maybe it was respect? It was fear OUT OF respect for Serena. That's what it was. "You're skipping class, Olivia?" Emily asked with a sort of dumb expression. The fact that everyone else's schedule wasn't like her's hadn't phased her, yet. "Serena would be so mad . . . " She trailed, but then put up her hands in defense and laughed a little awkwardly, "I'm not going to say anything; no one wants to see or hear THAT again." Of course, she was referring to all the other times Serena got after Olivia.
Emily was silent for a minute. Deathly silent, staring at the grass in contemplation. "Hey, did you guys hear about that kid they found dead at the Dells?" She looked up at them both slowly, with a thoughtful expression on her face. It was probably the talk of the town and the school by now, not that she wanted to be a gossip-monger like every other person in Ipswich or at Spenser. She just . . . well, she felt a little sad for what happened. Not that she knew him, but . . . it was always sad when someone lost a life. After all, he was someone's son, brother, cousin . . . Emily opened her bag and pulled out the newspaper. She unfolded it to glance the front page over again. That poor boy's school picture smackdab in the middle of it.
Vanessa Cleveland - May 5, 2007 06:33 AM (GMT)
"Hey, did you guys hear about that kid they found dead at the Dells?"
Hearing Emily speak up made Vanessa look up from her sketch book. "Yeah, its all over the papers" she said with a shrug while looking at Emily. "Poor kid I heard the cops found him in his car all..you know.." getting the image in her head of the boy made her feel kind of sick. Thing was Vanessa had gotten a bad feeling the day of the party. And no it wasn't because she was hung over. One thing Vanessa had learned about her rough childhood was beer was not your friend. It was more like your enemy turning you into tyrant and lashing out at anyone near you. Closing her eyes she tried to forgot about the nights where her dad would come busting through the font door and take his anger out on either herself or her younger brother. Even at age 17 she could still feel the bruises and scars that her father had caused.
Breaking out of her thoughts she hadn't noticed that she had started to levitate a near by tree log behide her. Letting out a relaxing breath the log slowly went back down to its resting spot. She just hopped that neither of the girls had noticed. Vanessa had been pretty tight lipped about how she grew up. The only person who knew much about it was Emily. That was only because Vanessa had stayed over at her place for a couple nights due to her apartment not being open yet. She ended up having a bad nightmare and Emily had woke her up. Emily had said she was talking in her sleep..well more like screaming at some one to stop. Vanessa ended up telling Emily everything..almost everything.
Olivia Mendell - May 5, 2007 06:52 AM (GMT)
Olivia nodded and sighed, "Yeah... I think I knew someone who was really close to the poor guy. Poor thing, I heard he was kind of sweet too." She sighed and brushed her hair back and looked around herseld from above in her little tree. She shivered, she remembered the whole story she had heard from the newspaper, and she didn't want to relive it by thinking about it once again. Why would she ever want to? Thinking about that miserable case was just as bad as thinking about murdering the boy. She frowned as she thought about the party. She had been there, she could have done something, yet she wouldn't dare tell them she was there. Well, how was she to know there was going to be a murder? It wasn't her fault, and she knew if she told she would be blamed and yelled at. It was the way things were now a days, sadly.
She always felt like the youngest, no matter how old she got she always felt young and small. She actually wasn't petite, she was actually average sized for her age, but most people belittled her, taking into situations that they had no need to take. Of course, Olivia had always been the one to get in trouble too, it just came with the territory. Mainly, Olivia tried but then just quit trying in the middle of it all. Nonsense and such matters didn't actually matter to spirited girls like Libby, but there was such thing as being too... "fun." Something called fooling around, not taking a thing seriously, she always tried, you wouldn't ever be able to say she didn't make an effort, but she seemed to find that everything had a bright side. Except death. The one lonely and miserable thing that could never be bright. Of course, the fact was... the boy was now gone. Nothing could ever bring him back. And it was all someone's fault. The problem was, she didn't know who.
Emily Lesperence - May 5, 2007 09:33 AM (GMT)
Emily looked at Vanessa as she spoke, a genuinely interested expression on her small, round face. She was facing Nessa, though her eyes remained glued to their lower corners, glued to the newspaper in her pale hands. She'd never seen a real dead body, so no, she didn't know; she could only imagine. Emily's imagination was a magical, dangerous place. Dark and morbid for the most part, but had it's light over and undertones at times. Whatever the place she called in her mind, she ruled with an iron fist, and all the people who had tortured her growing up (including her mother), were being tortured, too, now. Payback was a bitch, or so those poorly-written action films always said. Part of her wondered what the kid had looked like when the cops found him. Was he limp and cold? Or was he twisted and hard, already have been touched by a bit of riggormortis?
It took her a moment to come back to earth. A twinge of something special hit her in the pit of her stomach and, discreetly (which wasn't natural of her), she managed to catch a glimpse of a log from the corner of her eyes at the same time. Levitating oh-so slightly, not too far from them. She knew who it was; she had a little stronger of a bond with Vanessa, an emotional attatchment that had grown over the somewhat short amount of time she had known the girl. So, even the slightest bit of use from her; she could feel it. Of course, Emily didn't say anything. She simply noted it with a flicker of her eyes. Under their lids they hung softly on Vanessa a moment with yet another genuine expression hanging in them. She's almost forgotten about Olivia, that is until she spoke up about the dead boy.
Emily shrugged, "I didn't know him . . . " So, she didn't have much to say about him. She couldn't tell Libby if he was a sweet-natured boy who enjoyed home-cooking and the company of his family. She couldn't tell him if he was player who enjoyed fast music and cars as much as he did cheap and easy girls. There she was again, overanalyzing and thinking about things. Or maybe it was the rest of the world that wasn't analyzing and thinking enough about things? Emily had been described as an indigo child by her a couple of her teachers growing up, which is pretty damn close to being a legal genius or a prodigy. Not necessarily with numbers or chemicals, or on the piano, but when it came to thinking, indigo children were on a higher level of thinking than most. It was a phenomenon, really. Emily was a little too humble about herself . . .
"Yeah. I feel bad for him and his family," She paused. "Were you guys there? I heard the cops showed up . . . " Emily looked incredibly thoughtful. Sometimes she wondered how the girls could go to those things and just party. Emily would be too worried about too many things. It was like planning your own house party; you couldn't even enjoy it when it rolled around, because you were too busy watching everything like a hawk. Hoping someone wouldn't break anything or stain anything, or steal something.
Vanessa Cleveland - May 5, 2007 09:51 AM (GMT)
Feeling a set of eyes on her made her raise her head and catch the small glimpse from Emily. Chewing at the inside of her mouth she looked back down and finished what she was sketching at. Hearing Emily speak up once again asking herself and Ollie if they were at the party Vanessa simple nodded. She had nothing better to do on a Friday night other then watching TV and relaxing. Plus she'd be lying if going to the parties and messing with Reid Garwin wasn't fun. Grinning lightly to herself she bit her bottom lip. Reid was cute in his own bad boyish way.
But he was totally full himself and watching himself get turned down my hot girl over and over. It was enough to make it comical. Course Vanessa enjoyed it so much she made her sure to do it when ever she got the chance. One thing about Reid was he never gave up till he got a girls number or in her pants. Thing was Reid got neither with her and most likely never would. The only it would ever happened with Reid would be if she was drunk..I mean really drunk.
Hayley Williams - May 12, 2007 10:41 PM (GMT)
Hayley walked from The Dells to Bennent Forest, her mind still in the clouds with thoughts of the party that was still taking place. Or was it? A cop had showed up and broken up a fight that had started, but that was when the red head had left - she hadn't wanted to get caught up in arrests and fights involving anything more than fists. So now she strode barefoot through the forest, being careful to check the moon amulet around her neck for signs of danger. She was attired in a simple pair of distressed blue jeans and a orange and white striped polo. Over her left shoulder was a bag containing four other moon amulets matching the one around Hayley's own neck. She had purchased them from an old Gypsy Boutique and the wrinkled old woman had told her that they possessed the ability to warn the wearer of upcoming danger. She had first only boughten one, but after it actually worked, she went back and bought four more for the other daughters.
As she came up to a patch of moonlight that shone through the trees she stopped and ducked behind a bush, her eyes landing on the circle three of the Daughters had made. Smiling she stepped out from behind the bush and walked silently toward them, raising her right index finger to show Ness and Olivia to be quiet and to not reveal her appearance to Emily - not yet at least. As she stepped closer she grabbed her friend's shoulder tightly, just enough to give her a little scare. It was innocent humor, could be counted as cruel, but it was fun nonetheless.
Pogue Parry - June 4, 2007 01:27 PM (GMT)