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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 1:37:49 GMT
hop, hop, hop. Over the past month, life for Sophie was amazing. Once upon a time she had been orphaned, living in a small orphanage in the village. Of course she went to school daily and had taken a liking to the subject of art. Art was her escape from the world, an escape from the loneliness of not having parents to care for her. Sure Miss Perry was amazing, and she was rather nice. Sophie desired an adventure, a family to call her own, and a home where she didn’t have to share her little toys with anyone. That was until a month ago, she had returned home to the orphanage, a man was there. She had instantly clicked with him and the papers were signed. She was adopted by a man, a nice and sweet one at that. Even though she was fourteen in age, she still had the energy of a younger child.
There she stood. The singing patch of flowers surrounding her. Sure she was a little ways away from home, but this was the best place to come, think and draw. Her legs were crossed under herself, her outfit from that school day still upon her person, her bag next to her. Atwell, her adoptive father, knew that this was the place she sometimes ventured off to. Sure he didn’t like it much, but he didn’t stop the young child. And even if he did, Sophie knew how to throw a tantrum, even though she really should have outgrown that stage by now.
So here she sat, her back facing the path, blonde hair pushed back. She was hard at work sketching. She already had the bunny, his features almost resembling that of Atwell. And then there was a boy, his hair not yet shaded because in her mind his hair was white. He had a dark staff within his hand and he was floating above the ground. The Bunny was rather tall, standing on two legs and he was facing the boy. A boomer rang within his hands. She was working on the background, sketches of little eggs here and there. It wasn’t finished, but already it resembled the land of the Easter Bunny. Though no one knew that, not even Sophie herself.
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NOTES: finally, your starter <3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 23:03:32 GMT
Jackson was a fan of the singing flower patch,a s odd as that sounds. He admired the flowers passion and chuckled at the way they got overworked about little things. Not that he provoked them on purpose... at least, not in cruel ways. He liked to prank them a bit, just to get them confused. He was considering pulling one of these such pranks, when he saw someone a little ways away.
They were blonde, and a girl he assumed. Even from behind he could tell she was focused on something, but that wasn't what made him move toward her. He felt drawn to her, connected. He had only felt that way once in Wonderland so far, and that was with Elsa. This was a similar feeling... the need to protect her, make her laugh. Before he knew it, he was standing behind her, looking down at what she was working on.
The bunny was a bit familiar, but it didn't really phase him too much. It made his stomach turn a but to see the setting... those trees, the colors. But that wasn't what made his heart stop.
He looked over at the staff in his hand, then turned back to the photo. "That's me," he said, his voice soft and filled with awe. @sophie |
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 1:58:22 GMT
hop, hop, hop. Her fingers moved silently as she drew more and more detail, shading her and there. She was lost in thought. Remembering a dream from last night. It was clear as day. So clear and vivid that she thought it was real. But Atwell, her adoptive father, told her it wasn’t. It was just her imagination. And it was a rational thought, so she believed him. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t wish it was real, wish it was a memory, and wish that she could actually venture into her dream world. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice the person that was walking behind her. Until he spoke at least.
‘That’s me.’
Sophie jumped, quickly spinning her head around. Before her stood a boy. She quickly scrambled to her feet, eyes wide. “What?” she stuttered out “How—what?”
Atwell had told her to never talk to someone she didn’t know. And she really didn’t know this man. Though he seemed familiar. Her eyes traveled back to the picture before looking back at the man. There were some familiar about the two, but they didn’t look the exact same. “Are you alright mister?”
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 21:51:24 GMT
Jackson felt bad that he had caused the girl to jump, and his eyes widened a little in apology as she did so. As she scrambled to her feet, Jackson held his hands up in a surrender type pose, not wanted her to think that he was harmful. Still, he wanted a closer look at that picture.
"I don't know how, but that is me. Seriously. Look at me," he said, his eyes still as wide as ever. She looked down at the picture and back at him, and seemed... confused? Whatever it was, it caused her to ask if he was all right. He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly confused himself. "Uh... yeah, I'm fine. A little freaked out that someone I've never met is drawing pictures of me..." he admitted.
But this girl did look unbelievably familiar. He was getting really sick of this place. Running into people and straining to remember where he knew them from. All of that was giving him a headache, and making him much more angry. He didn't want to be angry, really, but he couldn't help it when this stuff just kept happening!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 6:06:49 GMT
easter bunny, hop, hop, hop! Atwell had told her to not trust strangers, and yet this man was not a stranger. She swallowed, why didn’t he feel like a stranger? She watched him with narrowed eyes, watched his hands move up in surrender before her. She felt like she could trust him….why? But when he stated he didn’t know but that is was him that she had drawn and asked her to look at him. She looked at him for a moment, really looked at him before her eyes flashed back to the picture. Now that she was actually looking, she could spot all the similarities, it almost looked like she had drawn his twin. She swallowed, why would she draw a complete stranger? ‘Uh…yeah. I’m fine. A little freaked out that someone I’ve never met is drawing picture of me.’“And you think I’m not…wait that came out rude.” she said rather quickly, the words tumbling from her mouth. She was freaked out, not that she was still standing here talking to a stranger, but that she had drawn this stranger. She had dreamed about different people during the night last night and she decided to draw them…this guy being one of them. She swallowed why was she dreaming about this guy? What did it mean? “Look I’m sorry…uh…I have no idea why I drew you.” she said rather quickly, her tone laced with guilt. WORDS 231
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2015 23:18:44 GMT
Jackson thought it was sweet that she caught herself so quickly for 'sounding rude'. He didn't think it was really that rude, but it was still sweet. She then apologized for drawing him, and Jackson shook his head with wide eyes, "Hey, don't be sorry. It's weird, but it's not something to apologize for. It's an amazing picture," he added, gesturing to the drawing in her hand.
"I'm Jackson, by the way. Maybe since we obviously know each other somehow we should introduce ourselves," he smiled at her encouragingly. The last thing he wanted was for a kid to feel bad and for it to be his fault! No, he felt like he owed kids something. He owed them a sense of... fun? @sohpie |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 5:25:17 GMT
easter bunny, hop, hop, hop! ‘Hey, don’t be sorry. It’s weird, but it’s not something to apologize for. It’s an amazing picture.’The young girl blushed rather brightly, the pink of her cheeks reflecting that of one of the pink eggs upon the pace. She cleared her throat, quickly pushing a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking “Than-thank you.” she said rather softly, her voice so small that she feared that the man would not be able to hear her, but she wasn’t about to speak louder. The rational part of her brain told her to excuse herself and leave, that Atwell would be upset that she was speaking to a stranger. But another part of her saw no harm from this man, that he was safe…that he was familiar. And if she was drawing this guy…that had to mean something, right? She let out a small laugh when he smiled at her and spoke about introduce themselves even though they seemed to know each other. “Sophie.”WORDS 164
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 1:47:23 GMT
The little girls blush was adorable, to say the least. He couldn't help but chuckle a little as she thanked him with a small stutter. As she spoke her name, Jackson nodded, his entire body and expression had softened to a state of pure kindness, something he hadn't experienced in this world yet. "Sophie, it's a pleasure to meet you... again, I think," he chuckled. He was honestly frustrated that he couldn't remember this little girl clearly, but it was even more relieving to have found someone of familiarity.
Well, someone other then Elsa. Eye roll.
He took a step away from her gesturing to the flowers around them. "It's no surprise you fit in well here," he started, admiring the bright colors and gentle faces of the plants, "do you come here to draw often? Or do you just draw when it comes to you, wherever you are?" he asked.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 5:56:03 GMT
easter bunny, hop, hop, hop! Sophie took her gaze off of the blonde before her, even as he said that it was a pleasure to meet her again. “Likewise.” she muttered softly. Sure it felt like she already knew this guy, but Atwell had once told her never to talk to strangers. But what if the stranger felt so familiar, so close to her that it could be her own arm that she was talking to? Her eyes widened slightly as she gazed at the grass ground, what if he was her arm? She laughed internally shaking her head at the silly notion. He wasn’t her arm that was impossible. ‘It's no surprise you fit in well here; do you come here to draw often? Or do you just draw when it comes to you, wherever you are?’She shrugged “It depends.” she whispered rather shyly. “Sometimes I’ll drawn when it comes to me, other times I come here…depends on my mood and if I want quite.” she added in the same tone. WORDS 168
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 2:49:05 GMT
Jackson nodded, "following your muse, makes sense." He wasn't really the... artistic type. He noticed the artistry in nature, though. The way the leaves looked, the way the trees bent together, how the morning frost on the leaves started to paint the tips a light shade of white. He liked that stuff, nature in general. He bit his lip and for a moment, wasn't sure what to say next. He glanced at the trees around him, looking for some sort of inspiration.
"So, Sophie. Have you found any family here?" it was a good question, after all, one he had asked most everyone he met. Jackson felt the sick tugging in his stomach that he didn't have a family. That no one in Wonderland was related to him. Still, he felt... connections.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 1:08:11 GMT
easter bunny, hop, hop, hop! ‘Following your muse, makes sense.’She smiled lightly “Exactly. Wherever the wind blows, wherever ones muse takes them…it is impossible not to follow.” she said “I can tell though, that you do not follow your muse. Don’t ask me why, but I feel like you are one of those people that lets the wind carrying them around, unable to have your feet firmly on the ground.” she said softly. The words were out there; wherever they came from she had no idea. But she was unable to take them back. It was true, she could just tell…tell what? She didn’t really know actually. ‘So, Sophie. Have you found any family here?’She was taken aback by the question, it was rather person. “I don’t have my real family…but Atwell is all I need. He adopted me you see. So my family is most likely out there, but Atwell is always there for me…have you found your family?” she questioned. Pity filling her features for the man. WORDS 166
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 23:24:11 GMT
It was strange to be analyzed by the girl, but at the same time it wasn't really strange at all. That didn't make any sense, but really, did anything around here? 'Someone that lets the wind carry them around,unable to have your feet firmly on the ground.' She had hit that dead on all right. Jack nodded, slowly. "I guess... yeah, that's an impressive assessment. But I'm not sure how to get that. Firm footing,"confidence, faith, hope... belonging.
"Adopted? Well, that's really great to hear! I bet you two are close," he said, slight jealousy slipping into his tone, but he really was happy for her. He knew she would ask the same question in return, so he didn't act surprised when it came about. "Nah, no one yet. There's been a few people I recognize, but I don't think any are family, really." For a brief moment Elsa pressed into his mind, but he pushed that aside.
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