Post by Deborah on Aug 2, 2007 13:22:52 GMT -5
((Now, I know this place is isolated, so I really shouldn't expect anyone to reply. If anything, this is a little back story, to show you all why she left home. If no one comes by (which would be...coincidental, to say to least, unless there's some school recruiter LOL), she's going into the city to the museum eventualy.)
*Wipping the sweat of her young brow, Deborah made her way to the porch. Farm work was hard enough, but now she was alone, it made it twice as diffucult*
*Her parents were off on a trip, and would be gone for at least another month. She knew they were coming back...so why did she miss them so much? Why was their goodbye tearfull, filled with 'goodbye's and not just 'byes'. Why were everyone's eyes filled with a strange knowing.*
*Why did if feel like they would not see each other again for a long, long time...*
*This was just perposterous. Deborah wasn't going anywhere, she was much to young. A thirteen year old could not make it out alone in the world. It wasn't even legal...the young girl shook her head as she acended the porch steps. Why was she even thinking like this? ...but as the wind blew...the better question was, why did she feel this pull? Where was it coming from? Floppind down, Deb rubbed the dirt from her eyes, and opening them wide to watch the green waves of the wheat feild, exposed to he world the fact she wasn't normal. Snake eyes gazed out on todays work. The pipes were moved, and the sprinklers were spraying sparkling crystals all over the crop. The clucking chikens...well...they barely needed taken care of, just the occasional sprinkling of scratch grains, they could drink out of the creek. That was all good, though, the birds tended to get nervous when she was around. Rolling those unearthly eyes and sighing, Deb slumped even more. Great, even the chickens thought she was a freak.*
*After all that work, a typical farmer would be dying for a meal, but young Deborah was full to the brim. Her other daily chore included...pest control. Hey, at least her parents had found something usefull for the mutant to do. Mice only filled you up so much, but the snake woman had found a weasle today. Though not an imidiate threat to the crop, it was to the chickens. Glaring over at the few cluckers that dared stand by the porch*
You hear that, you idiots!? I did you a favor! I...ack!
*Her tyrate was cut short by a serious of hackings and chockings, resulting in a relatively large wet, wad of hair expeling itself from her mouth to her hand. Face scrunched and tounge out in disgust, the mutant threw it at the chickens...that was most gross...*
*After a few moments of wipping all the exese hair from her mouth, her thoughts turned angry, laced with desperate jealousy. How could other mutants do this? Live a normal lie...Deb was barely doing that...but going out in puplic. She'd seen the things on TV, they were everywhere! And definatly not afraid to tell people who they were. Resting her elbows on her knees, and her head on her elbows, Deborah continued to look out at the sunset, a little tear falling from her freakish eyes...*
*At least most of them LOOKED normal...*
*Wipping the sweat of her young brow, Deborah made her way to the porch. Farm work was hard enough, but now she was alone, it made it twice as diffucult*
*Her parents were off on a trip, and would be gone for at least another month. She knew they were coming back...so why did she miss them so much? Why was their goodbye tearfull, filled with 'goodbye's and not just 'byes'. Why were everyone's eyes filled with a strange knowing.*
*Why did if feel like they would not see each other again for a long, long time...*
*This was just perposterous. Deborah wasn't going anywhere, she was much to young. A thirteen year old could not make it out alone in the world. It wasn't even legal...the young girl shook her head as she acended the porch steps. Why was she even thinking like this? ...but as the wind blew...the better question was, why did she feel this pull? Where was it coming from? Floppind down, Deb rubbed the dirt from her eyes, and opening them wide to watch the green waves of the wheat feild, exposed to he world the fact she wasn't normal. Snake eyes gazed out on todays work. The pipes were moved, and the sprinklers were spraying sparkling crystals all over the crop. The clucking chikens...well...they barely needed taken care of, just the occasional sprinkling of scratch grains, they could drink out of the creek. That was all good, though, the birds tended to get nervous when she was around. Rolling those unearthly eyes and sighing, Deb slumped even more. Great, even the chickens thought she was a freak.*
*After all that work, a typical farmer would be dying for a meal, but young Deborah was full to the brim. Her other daily chore included...pest control. Hey, at least her parents had found something usefull for the mutant to do. Mice only filled you up so much, but the snake woman had found a weasle today. Though not an imidiate threat to the crop, it was to the chickens. Glaring over at the few cluckers that dared stand by the porch*
You hear that, you idiots!? I did you a favor! I...ack!
*Her tyrate was cut short by a serious of hackings and chockings, resulting in a relatively large wet, wad of hair expeling itself from her mouth to her hand. Face scrunched and tounge out in disgust, the mutant threw it at the chickens...that was most gross...*
*After a few moments of wipping all the exese hair from her mouth, her thoughts turned angry, laced with desperate jealousy. How could other mutants do this? Live a normal lie...Deb was barely doing that...but going out in puplic. She'd seen the things on TV, they were everywhere! And definatly not afraid to tell people who they were. Resting her elbows on her knees, and her head on her elbows, Deborah continued to look out at the sunset, a little tear falling from her freakish eyes...*
*At least most of them LOOKED normal...*
