by oddvocado » Wed Dec 21, 2011 6:48 pm
* Sara, once finished with her apple and water, left the mansion and went to a tree. Is was far enough from the house so she couldn't be heard, but close enough so she wouldn't have to go far to get back. She grabbed a low branch and hauled herself up, doing to same to any branch she was able to reach. Once she was out of branches, she sat half Indian style, letting one leg dangle from the branch while the other rested comfortably. She leaned against the trunk, and watched nature for a minute, letting a song come to mind. Sara took a breath then let the melody of sweet death flow from her. She sang softly, like you'd believe and angel would sing. It could catch the ear of any in hearing distance, dragging them toward the source and keeping them there to listen. It was a gift yet a curse for attracting a crowd, the last thing Sara found interesting.
Once she had finished her song, she looked around finding nothing but the same nature when she started. Undisturbed and quiet except for the few chirps of passing birds. Sara cleared her throat then did her daily therapy treatment she assigned to herself, believing that it released emotion and reason to care. Reciting a poem of all the emotions felt the day before.
" I've hid myself from all so long. Lying to the world to protect what I believed was fragile. What broke and was never healed now lies inside, unwilling for repair. It hides inside the walls of white, showing nothing to world but a blank stare. It wishes not to be cared for, but to stay it's condition. Offered help is turned away, and those let in are never seen. It's only care is breaking those with words, just as it was broken oh so long ago. Holding that grudge keeps it in death. Who says it minds it? "
After her release, Sara left her tree then went back inside to the game room. She looked at the colorful lights that flashed and let one corner of her mouth rise then quickly fall again. She approached the pinball machine and raised an eyebrow. She looked at the knob and grabbed it, pulling it back and releasing it. She watched the ball and placed a hand on either sides of the machine. As she ball came down towards the right flicker, she pressed the button and watched as the ball hit it, flying back up and bouncing off of other obstacles. As time passed, she got serious and started to yell in triumph using her second language, Japanese.
As the last ball fell through the open space, her game ended and she got the new high score. Sara allowed one grin in accomplishment then went to the couch and watched the blank T.V. screen. * (whoa. sorry for the long post )
* Alexander finished his AC game for the day and left the game room, going to his room. Once there, he went towards his piano and sat on it's bench. He cracked his knuckles and placed his fingers on the ivory keys. He pressed down on one, letting the sound echo in his ears and doing the same to the next key until he was playing Beethoven, his favorite classical artist. He continued playing, switching from song to song until his fingers ached.*