│ Username:Nikolina │ Kalon you are applying for: Florence │ Kalon name: Deja │ Kalon gender: Female │
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basics:
-personality
timid, warm, childish, creative, kind, friendly, fragile, cowardly, dependent, impatient, moody, insecure, weak, naive
-is a teenager
-usually quiet, but quickly changes mood from quiet to talkative
-she has very vivid dreams, and could imagine things in her head, if she tries hard enough
-during The Fall, ends up being with Sheelah, because her uncle suddenly disappeared (possibly died?).
-Sheelah acts like a mother to her
-wanted to be an explorer
-loves all animals and plant life.
-knows how to play the piano
-recognizes all kinds of birds by their sound
-hates the sound of footsteps of snow
-is very sensitive to loud noises, and especially hates arguing, and people that sound aggressive
-is very fussy with food
writing:
-memory: rain-forest wish
“I remember.
It was a stormy, summer day. In the morning the sky was bright blue, and until noon it was all pitch black, it almost looked like it was midnight and not noon.
I was playing inside, sitting on our red carpet, the room was completely cluttered with my things, and the TV was on, some cartoon I disliked because I thought it was too stupid, so I didn’t bother watching. Instead, I creating colorful jewelry for my dolls, necklaces, and bracelets, I was completely ignorant to the storm that was happening outside.
Then the stupid cartoon was over, and a new show started, Wonders of Forests, or something like that. Once I heard a very deep male voice talking quite cheerfully about the wonders of the rain-forest, I stopped playing. He kind of sounded like my father, so I guess that was one of the reasons I listened to him. I just stared wide eyed at these wild animals, at the deep, dark rain-forest, that was so colorful at the same time. The most beautiful variants of green and brown. I was amazed. There was life everywhere they recorded. From the water to the highest treetops. I found it amazing.
Then the man started talking about how explorers find all kinds of new creatures and plants no one else saw before. How they become famous, and how people appreciate them, and so on. I was mesmerized, so much that I even exclaimed loudly that I will be an explorer when I grow up. Only if I had known what would happen later, that year.
And then, thunder.
And the electricity was out.
The rain-forest burned down.
I hid under the bed from the loud noises, the flashing lights burned my eyes. I was crying. It was so loud. And my parents weren't home.
Father was working, and mother went to the store recently. Uncle was with us, but he was fast asleep at the sofa, and I remember being too frightened to leave the safety of underneath my bed.
I remember counting spiders that were underneath it. Did anyone know they were here? I pretended I was an explorer. I am the first person to discover these bed spiders. I even gave them a name.
Through tears of fear, I laughed.
I was an explorer.”
-memory: autumn snow
“I remember.
A rather cold autumn day. The leaves were suffocating the pavement with their colors. And the sky smelled of oncoming snow. Me and my family were staying at my uncle’s place.
I was sitting on my bed, drawing the new animals I found out exist. I was exploring. Then I heard my mom’s footsteps, she was rushing quickly towards my room. She had a very sad and at the same time upset expression on her face. She began picking my things, and said we had to leave straight away, because a snowstorm is coming.
I remember not wanting to go, and causing a tantrum. I wanted to stay and explore uncle’s house, his backyard. There were so many discoveries to be made. Mom got angry and said that I need to stop acting so childish and get going. I slowly got out of my bed and started collecting my drawings and crayons, and throwing them into my panda backpack.
Mom brought my jacket, scarf, and hat. The jacket was dark brown and green. It reminded me of the rain-forest whenever I looked at it. I remember how angry mom was when dad bought me this jacket. She told him I was a girl, not a boy. And how this is too “adult” for me, but I couldn’t have been happier. My scarf and hat was white with black stripes, like a zebra. I didn’t really like the scarf since it was always itching my neck. I got dressed, with my panda backpack on my back, mom urged me to say goodbye to uncle, so I did.
And I quickly rushed outside, and stared at our white car. Dad was already in there, shifting in his seat impatiently, waiting for mom that was apologizing to uncle, for something. I remember how cloudy the sky was, the dead looking trees, the black pavement, covered with colorful leaves. It started to snow. White snowflakes slowly dancing towards the ground, crushed by the ground. My mom noticed the snow, and quickly said goodbye, waving her hand, looked at me with sad eyes, and pulled me into the car. I was sitting in the back, staring at the window, while my mom was arguing with dad. We had a long way to go. We never came.
I was the only survivor. They called it a miracle.
I lost two things that day. My eyesight, and my family.
Since then I lived in the dark, both mentally, and physically.
The leaves got dark, and crumbled.
And all that was left was the pavement.
A dark, dark pavement.”
-memory: evening sun
“I remember.
I was sitting in the living room, listening to the TV. A sudden announcement. They called it The Fall. An apocalypse. The End.
I heard people screaming outside of our apartment, crying, yelling, arguing. I walked closer to the front door, listening quietly, to hear if my uncle was coming back. We had to go, we had to leave. Where was he? Did he leave me?
Maybe he really did, a blind teen will only slow him down. Only everyone’s life is at stake, no need to worry.
Minutes passed, I was still standing, my legs hurt badly now, and the orchestral mess outside was only getting louder. Then, an explosion. I was crying. I tasted the salt on my mouth. It reminded me of beach, of summer. Exploring. Well if I survive I sure as heck will have to explore now. Almost every single place was explored, the world didn’t need many explorers anymore. But we might need now, since the world won’t look the same anymore. I was sick of my thoughts. Was I kind of happy this was happening?
What’s wrong with me?
An explosion. Near our apartment. I had to get out. I wanted to bring some of my own things, but I forgotten where anything was, I was panicking. I quickly unlocked the door with my shaky hands, I didn’t even bring my white cane. I was navigating with one of my hands on the walls, and the other in front of me. I heard crying, yelling, someone pushed me on the ground. Others yelled “Quickly! Get out we have to get out!”. I slowly got up, and I lost my direction, I was unsure what was the correct way to go. I guessed I should go away from the crying, so I did. And soon the outside noises were closer to me, louder.
I pushed the heavy door, and I was outside. I remember crying even more now, legs shaking. I couldn’t go on. I can’t leave, maybe uncle will come back for me. He didn’t leave me, he promised he’ll take care of me, when we were on the graveyard. He won’t leave me alone.
I was hugging the walls. Not budging. The explosions got quieter. The screams subsided. At first I was standing, and then I was sitting, and then I was lying down on the ground. In front of the apartment. I refused to get up. I was starving, and thirsty. But I couldn’t risk going back inside. I’m already in danger for being out here. I remember falling asleep. I was woken up by a new explosion.
The closest one so far. I didn’t care anymore, I had to run, while I’m still able to. I ran, ran and ran. I tripped, fell, hit myself multiple times, but I’d always get back up, and continued to run. It seemed like no one was here. I heard a few cries, and screams here and there, but nothing close to me. No one to help me. Or so I thought. I heard a really loud “Hey! Careful!”, and I stopped.
I felt like those words were meant for my ears to hear. So I stopped, and waited. Soon, I felt a warm hand grab my own. “There’s a sinkhole right here. You almost-” they stopped talking and they pulled their hand back. “You can’t see, can you?” They asked me. I nodded and reached my hand out in front of me, bending my fingers slowly, wanting them to grab my hand again. They did. “I’m right here, it’s okay. I won’t leave you alone.” Their voice was warm, they didn’t sound upset at all. The world is ending, but they sounded so calm, at peace. “I’m Sheelah.”
She said, and I felt her hand pull me backwards, away from the sinkhole. I followed. “What’s your name?” I made some kind of a grimace, not wanting to introduce myself. I don’t think names are needed in the apocalypse. “That’s okay, you don’t have to introduce yourself. Are you hungry?” Just now, I realized that I felt this kind of warmness before, the calm, collected voice. She sounded and felt like my mother did.
I felt at ease, but anxious, because the autumn evening was back again, in front of my eyes. I shook my head to remove the thoughts away. “Oh, not hungry? Okay.” I forgot she asked that... I was starving. I finally opened my mouth to speak. “I’m very hungry.” Sheelah repeated her okay again, with some sort of small laugh intertwined with the words. “What time is it?” I asked her, slowly following her footsteps. “Evening. But morning will be here soon. Don't worry. It will all be okay.”
-memory: the red sky
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