Wolfie
Teddy Bear
Obsessed? Nah.
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Post by Wolfie on Aug 29, 2007 18:41:43 GMT
Savannah was not a practical girl, nor was she plain as she thought she was. It was more her personality that attracted people, not her beauty. Beauty...that was non-existent. Sure she was pretty. But she wasn't beautiful, not by far. She had been longing to get out of the wretched place that kept her captive. The place which prohibited and monitored her day dreaming. She hated it there. It was too dark for her liking, too cold and unfriendly. She needed a place she could be warm and feel welcome. This was certainly the place. She could feel the warm sun on her face and the cool breeze that whipped her hair. There was none of this inside. No, it was scary there.
Currently she was sitting in the middle of the garden. Not the center. Literally the middle of the garden. She was resting on the grass and soil, roses and wildflowers weaved around her. She was hidden her for safety, and because she liked the smell of the flowers. Right now she was pretending she was in a garden. Not this garden, a garden far away. in some elegant country far off. There would be a mansion across the pond. It would have a drawbridge and sharks in the pond to warn off visitors. She would be the Queen there. She would wear pretty clothes and have beautiful long blonde hair. It would curl and twist and she would be the envy of every other woman in the land. She would have a King as well. He, of course, was sitting right beside her at this very moment.
They, her and her Prince, had snuck off from the limits of the castle to partake in a romantic picnic. Savannah's eyes were blank as she stared straight ahead. Though to her, she was laughing and eating a piece of a pie. Her King had mentioned something about her beauty and she calmly thanked him. She would blush coyly and they would continue to chat. Usually he would compliment her, or they would talk of children. Savannah had always longed for children, that was another common dream of hers. She would pretend she had a little boy named Bryce. He would look exactly like her and be as sweet as pie. Sometimes, the father would be her unnamed King. Sometimes it would be someone she knew. Other times, the baby would have no one to look to but her.
She was a very troubled girl indeed.
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Post by Darky. on Aug 31, 2007 5:44:04 GMT
Dark brown locks held up in two high, firm pigtails that fell down to the lower limb of those skinny legs flowed out behind Clarabelle as she skipped through the maze of weeds. She was here to pick flowers for her daily flower-basket, which she was allowed in her cell during night. Although she would have tended to this small garden, as the girl loved gardens, she could not, for unlike her old home, there wasn’t a proper watering pail nor were there spades.
She had to make do with her knife to cut out the flowers and weeds, of which she thoroughly enjoyed, being not allowed to pierce the flesh of the living. The curls of her hair were thrown over her back, held up by the poofy-ness of the skirt below her waist. Her signature ribbons were acting as the sash for the dress, the ribbon for her hair and a third for tying around the handle of her knife.
She slashed through weeds and flowers, until she found her favourite one; a rare yellow daffodil in the garden! Yona hurried over, plucked the flower and stashed it into her weaved basket, before noticing that someone was sitting in the middle of the garden … ?
The girl was barely a meter away from her, and Yona was staring at the side of her head. May as well introduce herself, if the girl didn’t know her. Probably not, but then, Clarabelle couldn’t read minds.
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Wolfie
Teddy Bear
Obsessed? Nah.
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Post by Wolfie on Aug 31, 2007 14:09:07 GMT
Savannah had not noticed the girl, she was far too focused on her own thoughts. And then her King had leaned over to kiss her when Savannah leaned over and bumped into the girl. She squealed and shook her head. She glanced around, Oh no! The visitor had scared away her King. She pouted sadly, that was her favorite day dream. "How dare you interrupt Queen Isabelle!" She cried dramatically, pointing a finger at her.
Savannah shook her head and her eyes focused on the girl. She reconized her from the Asylum, she didn't know her but she knew she was a patient like her. "Oh....Hello." Savannah said, wrinkling up her nose and frowning at her. Thoughts of the asylum had brought her back to reality, she wasn't Queen Isabelle anymore. She was just plain old Savannah. "Do you like Gardens too? They're perfect for picnics," She gestured towards the picnic basket that her King and herself had shared. She frowned and wrinkled up her eyebrows in bewilderment when she realized that everything was gone. The blanket, the food, the basket, and her King all gone. She sighed. "Oh, never mind."
Maybe she was really crazy.
...Nah.
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Post by Darky. on Sept 1, 2007 11:31:26 GMT
The girl had leaned over and bumped her. Ouch. Yona had to blink several times before concentrating properly. When she could finally stop the light thumping in her head, she looked up, crimson-brown eyes examining the one who had knocked her over. Hmm. Clarabelle certainly could not remember ever talking to her, but apparently she had been day dreaming. Queen Isabelle?
Yona heaved herself in a sitting position, for staring at another patient with her body positioned in that way was slightly awkward. Uncomfortable, in Yona’s opinion. Now the girl was asking her whether or not she liked gardens. And waving to a blank stretch of air. Ah.
She responded with a nod to the garden question, then shoved her basket in front of her. “I was picking flowers,” Yona said. She held up one of the daffodils nearby, then stuffed it back into the basket. “What are you doing here?” The answer was obvious, except Yona liked acting the innocent little girl.
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Wolfie
Teddy Bear
Obsessed? Nah.
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Post by Wolfie on Sept 1, 2007 18:11:13 GMT
"I like flowers." Savannah said, looking at the basket. She picked off a pink flower and added it to the basket. "There you go!" She chirped in her usual high pitched voice. She stared when she asked her what she was doing. What else would she be doing in the middle of a garden besides day dreaming? "I was thinking, day dreaming." She answered simply. In fact, she wished she was still day dreaming. She pouted and looked back over at where the picnic had been.
"My name is Savannah, what's yours?" She asked tilting her head. She was always open for more people to talk to. She liked making friends. The more the merrier anyway! Well, unless they interrupted her day-dreaming, that she couldn't stand. She studied the girl carefully. She looked like a child, though she appeared to be very much like herself. Exceptionally short, though Savannah was actually taller than the girl. Long brown hair, and very childlike. The small and dainty frame. Both were built boyishly. She could become friends with this girl, she was sure of it. "Where did you get that basket?" She asked curiously.
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Post by Darky. on Sept 4, 2007 6:00:17 GMT
Thinking, day dreaming hmm? Oh well. It was great having a fellow flower-lover in the whereabouts of the asylum anyhow. Yona couldn’t imagine how she hadn’t known the girl all this time. She nodded meekly, all a part of her act, of course, and accepted the flower which the girl had put in her basket. Although Clarabelle sensed she would rather prefer something by the tone of her voice, Yona decided that she wouldn’t let this probable prey escape her today.
Whenever Yona made friends, she would do whatever she wanted with them, at times in secret or for her own amusement. Very rarely did Clarabelle actually make a friend and become close, nor did she actually acknowledge their presence.
And now … on the topic of names. Savannah was a pretty name, Yona thought. Not a moment too soon came her reply in a fake, sweet voice, “My name … is Yona.” She fingered the ribbon on the handle of her pocketknife while returning Savannah’s sudden studying gaze. The girl had looks, Yona noticed. Not exhilaratingly beautiful though. Too bad. So, where had she gotten the basket? “I made it myself. I like weaving baskets.” This was complete, utter truth. Clarabelle enjoyed weaving baskets together, for it gave her opportunity to make use of her sewing kit.
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Wolfie
Teddy Bear
Obsessed? Nah.
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Post by Wolfie on Sept 19, 2007 1:06:14 GMT
"Yona? That's a very pretty name." Savannah said with a sweet smile and slight nod. It was a pretty name. She liked the girl. She was different, unique. The girl was pretty unique herself. So short that it made her different, such a girlish aura that it made her unique. She sighed a little. Everything she wanted. Well, most everything. Savannah longed for acceptance among her old friends, her family and got none. That was one thing that she was sure Yona didn't have. After all...she was stuck in an asylum. Though she wondered exactly how and why she was there.
"It's a very pretty basket, you're very creative. I wish I knew how to make baskets.." Savannah said with a longing sigh. "I was a basket maker once." Savannah said, her eyes wide and convincing. Compulsive liar she was too. That is, unless she truly believed it herself. Most of the time she did. She still wondered how the girl had gotten her. Because she was so blunt she went ahead and asked. "Why are you here? Why are you...crazy?" she asked her. Her eyes were wide again and she whispered. Though no one was around, you never knew if spies had been sent out to spy on Queen Isabelle!
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Post by Darky. on Nov 25, 2007 12:00:55 GMT
“Thank you,” the girl exclaimed, moving into a sitting position, nodding in delight. “I like your name too. It’s even prettier, I think.” Yona wondered why Savanna sighed, when she did. Then again, she noticed that most of the people in the asylum had strange histories before they came here.
Yona could remember her own, though it never bothered her much. Ah, the days when she was begging her mother before to not cut her hair.
Yet another sigh, the girl gave. “Well, I could teach you how to make baskets.” And she didn’t know why she was offering to do so. Yona wasn’t interested in acting so much now, it seemed. Didn’t mean she would never do so again though. ”You were a basket maker once?” Yona mirrored the girl’s wide eyes. Probably this girl daydreamed and fantasized a lot. Might be why she came here in the first place.
And the question she’d been waiting for came. Yona flopped over onto her back, staring upwards, and answered, “Yona has an obsession of some kind which big doctors think is strange. So they put me in here.” It wasn’t fully detailed. Savannah would know properly once she was more of a friend, Yona told herself. ”Why are you here?”
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