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Post by nyx on Sept 24, 2008 17:43:08 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300] Nyx Hayes[/shadow] Nyx walked down the narrow sidewalk that zigged and zagged through the park and she counted her steps 1,2,3,4,3,2,1 over and over she counted.
She was trying, hard, not to think about what had happened at school that day. Her Advanced Placement books were in her hands and so were a few notebooks. She stopped counting when she glanced up to her right, she was walking parallel to the Thames River.
She'd often dreamed of sitting in the shade beside a tall willow and taking her shoes off so she could stick her feet in the blueish brown water. She felt like at least sitting by the River and watching the rings of water move away from the moss green colored willow branches as they swept across the water.
Nyx had never been the type of person who was impulsive and did things without thinking them through. So she considered all the pros and cons of sitting by the river then she considered all the dangers, but something in her mind willed her to move forward and before she knew it, she was walking across the green, soft grass and was smoothing her black dress down as she sat criss-cross-applesauce style on the grass. She almost felt as though she weren't in control of her body. For a moment Nyx simply stared out at the water. The water she couldn't believe was in front of her.
After a few minutes she snapped out of it and found a notebook that she wasn't using for school and found a pencil. She started to sketch the outline of one of the smaller boats on the river. When she was satisfied with the shape she darkened the outline then moved on to try and make a horizon line and movement in the water. |
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Post by Dr. Elsa Schneider on Sept 27, 2008 21:38:35 GMT -5
' ELSA SCHNEIDER!
i've been sitting right here, watching airplanes
Dr. Elsa Schneider had a long and fairly annoying day behind her, it was only a nightmare she sadly had been forced to endure. She always hated tours, and she hated the tour guides even more than anything. They chirped like newborn chickadees and their faces were lit brighter than a Christmas lit house. She could try and tolerate with most of her might, but she felt a sense of freedom as she locked up the museum and strolled on by to the small river. Boats trotted down the shore as the drivers barked at passengers to keep all hands and any other limbs inside the boat until they reached their destination. As if anyone was going to jump out, as she moved here she had heard the local children were certain Nessie resided in those waters and never did they put one toe on the clear water. Elsa figured they might as well add an exhibit in the museum for so called, "animals of fantasy and interest" as the museum's head janitor liked to say. She avoided him often, his thin and dead white hair made him appear to be more of a ghost than a human. The man's voice was always soft and monotone, not a yell or whisper had ever been heard from him in his ten years of working at the museum. At least, Elsa heard no complaints and he tended to work in all weather and days of the week.
Her long, and delightfully Blondie hair happened to be pulled back in a tight bun, with a small bow tucked in for some decoration. Her long, and black pants went nicely with her white short and cardigan jacket. She would be taking tomorrow off, and with that she would enjoy sleeping in and as soon as she cleaned up and ate she would again, translate the many letters received from Argentina. Why did these things matter? She was being payed a hefty sum to translate them, so the hours it took was well worth the nice paycheck. Children screamed to their parents, trotting behind them like a foal would follow it's mother. Her eyes wondered to a youthful brunette, busily putting pencil to paper and illustrating what seemed to be a small river boat. The kid has talent.
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Post by nyx on Sept 28, 2008 19:29:45 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300] Nyx Hayes[/shadow] Nyx couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her. Christian had told her not to worry about wandering eyes, that it was probably just another anxiety attack, but this felt different. Her body was positive someone was staring at her. She instantly moved farther into the willow's long branches until she felt a little safer.
Christian had warned her not to loiter and to come straight home just in case something like this happened. Though he meant in case she had an attack.
After a few seconds of peaceful silence, Nyx slowly peered through the long, silver leaves of the willow. It was a woman, tall, blond, very business-like with her hair in a bun. She had these eyes, they seemed to scorch as she stared at Nyx, who quickly whipped her head around in fright.
Suddenly her breath started catching and her air passage way grew small. She felt her chest heave, trying to take in oxygen. There wasn't enough air. Her breath came in quick gasps and she clutched her stomach. Was she going to vomit? Right here in the middle of the park? Yes, yes she was, her mind screamed at her. She started to feel light headed. Then she heard a stronger voice in her head. No. It was an unnatural response. Her head seemed to bark orders to the rest of her body. Her breathing calmed and she could now release her stomach without fear of falling apart. Normally she would have ended up passing out.
She had these attacks often. She was a laughing stalk at school. No friends to stick up for her. She had to defend herself. Which of course she never did.
But none of this explained the strange woman and her staring eyes who continued to stair. |
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