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Post by stephjo on Mar 22, 2009 16:47:56 GMT -5
The wind slowly tore through out the lonely street of the particular area of Manhattan. The wind seemed to carry the distinct scent of the usual fragrance of pollution, smoke...what ever else could be produced within the surrounding buildings and city streets. This wasn't really a shock to Michigan, seeing as this was something she noted daily. Her iced blue gaze crossed the clouded sky as she made her away along the metallic Grey pavement, foot fall silent as her conversed covered feet collided with it. Noticing only a few rays of the sun escaping caused her to sigh sadly, her skin in urge to have the warmth raging against it. Her fiery red locks brushed around her face in a mess, causing her to sigh gently as she pulled her finger tips through them slowly in thought.
The empty street made a shiver run down her spine, for it usually held at least one living soul - be it even the street urchin she'd often wave to near the garbage down one of the alley ways she'd grown fond of. Yet, he wasn't' even there, making her feel some what incomplete. Her day wasn't a day without the usual communication of waves and exchanges of comments as she'd walk past on her way to the place she'd personally grown from something small. As she continued to walk down the small street, she found her palms dusting from her hair to the rough granite of the walls that happened to be in her direction. She smiled wide, despite the small scratches that where forming upon her pale dusted skin. She sighed, this time it holding a more happy aura to it. As soon as the granite feel began to soften to something more life like, Michigan found her grin finally forming, plump rose lips turning into cherry smile as her hands intertwined with the lower areas of the ivy that grew along of the walls of the small building she'd grown to adore more than her own life.
A glint seemed to flicker upon the hanging sign that declared the name "Emerald Clover" florist. She grinned proud, watching it swing gently in the ever growing wind that surrounded her. She had to admit, she was proud to have an establishment under her own name, and her ever growing smile was proof. Every time she'd walk toward her proud creation, she'd always grin...it was as though routine. She soon found herself staring into the glass windows of the store that took her breath away. Inside, was an area of darkness...but she knew what the light would reveal. Beauty. Her enthusiasm was shown as she rummaged around her jean set pockets, revealing a clutch of keys that had an assortment of lucky charms and images attached to it. She ignored these little assortments and shoved a key into the worn brass lock, turning it with a successful click. It was then she pushed the door open, inhaling deep. The fragrance that replaced the one of fumes was more than heavenly - it consisting of favored ones such as lilacs, roses...multple ones she couldn't even name! Each where perfect for her, and shutting the door behind her she sealed out the world of pollution and worries...and entered her own little sanctuary. Dusting away the fallen leaves from multiple plants from her counter, Michigan found the switch that would bring life to her store. Flicking it, she took in the sight of the amazing plants that seemed to over crowd the area. Each blossoming in their unique beauty - colors of red, blue and purple clashing against each other. Every color clashed! It was something she'd also grown to adore over the few years she'd lived in New York.
Ireland had always held the ultimate beauty, and by creating this store...she found it being relived. Even if only by a small amount. "Right" She murmured softly, voice quiet as she backtracked to the door, fingers brushing against the small stone plaque. She turned it over and grinned, inhaling deep. "We are open" She laughed to herself, relaxing as she headed toward her much worn maple counter, hands brushing through the leaves that surrounded her. She slowly laughed louder, watching as the greenery grew in color, it intensifying. "Indeed we are open" She mused, sitting herself upon the counter, taking in the sight around her.
Yeah...she was proud. That was for sure.
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Post by beth on Mar 23, 2009 15:09:31 GMT -5
fleeing from the phrase "emerald life" [/color][/size][/font] Beth wandered the streets of Manhattan; attempting to escape from the loud cries of the deceased. Please! she pleaded as she was followed down the unusually empty street. Please. she repeated, tone more urgent to be left alone. Just for once in my life!? Fine! I will but then you will leave me alone! Deal? she tried to bargain with the spirit that had indeed followed her on her journey from Washington. Thank God for that! she muttered under her breath as she had won some sort of deal with the weeping spirit that now stood at her side. Bethany studied each tiny feature of the spirit and found great interest in how the young looking beauty had actually ended up … dead. Multiple of thoughts ran through her mind as she reflected on the current situation in which she had found herself in. Is that all you wanted? Beth asked, slightly amazed at such a plea from the living deceased that continue to pursue her. Of all the things you could have asked for…? Beth said, somewhat astonishment taking up her main expressions. Well…if that’s what you want and you are sure. Then I suppose so. It just seems so bizarre. she informed the “ghost”. Bethany hated to call the spirits that asked for her help “ghost” but is that not what they are?
Continuing on her trail Beth plucked up the courage to ask the spirit a set of questions. If you don’t mind, could I ask you some personal questions? Beth questioned, concern showing in her eyes. On hearing the spirit’s pleasant and positive response, Beth began her somewhat own “20 questions game show.” So…How did it happen? As in…your death? was the first enquiry that overtook her thoughts. A few Ah-hmm’s and mmm’s escaped passed Bethany’s plump lips as she learnt of how this spirit’s, now known as Mel, death. You poor soul. That Beth had certainly not thought about before she had said it. Sorry, bad choice of words. It was heartless of me to use the phrase “soul”. Please forgive me. Thank you Mel. Beth apologised, shame overtaking her as she did so.
Are you sure? I feel as though I am not helping you. Beth said, tone gentle and sweet. Beth nodded as she was told that Mel was certain of her decision. Just wanted to be sure and all…before I disappear. Where am I going? I don’t know yet. I suppose wherever life will take me. I shall allow my feet to take turns hitting the ground wherever I go though, remember every moment shared with everyone and everything. Beth whispered, openly thinking. Crystal blue eyes twinkling in the small ray of light shining down on her, Beth gazed up at the sky and thought further as she listened to the silent breathing of Mel. Feeling distant from the situation, Beth daydreamed about her life so far and how she had helped many people along the road.
Beth approached the florist, proudly named "Emerald Clover" - Suggesting to Beth that she was at the right place. What is so special about this place? Beth asked Mel and awaited a reply. Beth turned to face Mel, and soon realised Mel had fled from the scene. MEL? Beth called out. Confused and amazed by Mel’s sudden flee, Beth attempted to think about what was going on. …Now I feel helpless. Beth felt slightly sad at this moment and stroked the sign of the florist. Go in… screamed the thoughts in her mind. Buy the flowers that Mel wanted…Do it. Her thoughts instructed. I am mental. she nervously laughed at herself and pushed the door open. Hearing the twang of a bell placed on the door handle caused Beth to jump. Hello? Beth shouted out in a soft questioning tone as she maneuvered herself across the threshold of the florist doorway.
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Post by stephjo on Mar 23, 2009 16:25:25 GMT -5
Multiple hours had passed into the day, the lights bright from within her store causing her aura to remain bright as she continued to tend to each and every plant she'd proudly grown from a small seed or bulb. She trailed her pale fingers along the luscious green that surrounded her as she once more trailed her hands through out a random sample of flowers she held on her counter to add some added brightness to that particular area of the store. She'd luckily had a few people purchasing the life she found herself always proud of holding. She had to admit, she was sad to have noticed that only a small amount of people had entered, but it was better than none.
The money she was managing to gain that day proved it was indeed a positive outlook. By the looks of things, the wind still hadn't managed to settle outside to a nice standard, causing her to frown gently as she glanced out the clear sheen glass. In the distance, she noticed the old man she'd often wave to in the mornings. This caused a beam of relief to chorus through her boyish body. At least he'd probably be lounging around the slums of the garbage when she left work. The she could exchange her usual hello to him - it being an often daily occurrence. Instead of lounging around the currently empty area of foliage, Michigan made her way into the back storage of the store. Her hands trailed the racks of the assortments that lay there, hidden by crates and boxes that where all sealed. Behind all of these lay the small form of a table, it's steel exterior not at all inviting.
Her eyes landed upon the objects on top of it, and with a gentle smile, she forced herself to retrieve one of the worn books from it. Her palms dusted away some of the dust that had clouded upon it, her thumbs eagerly flicking through the pages. Each held detailed drawings of multiple plants, the colors and information entered to an extent she'd always found herself amazed by. Although done by her own hand, she knew she still had far to go from perfecting her small masterpieces. Botany was a much loved aspect, and combining her love of doodling with it, Michigan had begun to write some detailed reports on the multiple plants that she not only grew herself - but had noticed in different areas that she'd traveled to over many summers.
After a few added moments of rummaging, Michigan reappeared in her fiery red glory, pen and book in hand as she set them down upon the faintly messed counter she often lounged upon when bored. Just as she was about to sit down, she heard the familiar metallic jingle that sent excitement down her spine. She glanced up instantly and flashed an extremely welcoming smile in the direction of the stranger that had happened to stroll inside. She waved for the added effect and remained behind the safety of the counter, grin forever growing. Welcome! She exclaimed happily as she shut over her book, watching the stranger with a gentle and warm expression. A customer was a customer - always and forever. Her gaze watched the new comer, but she didn't wish to seem as though she was staring. Instead, she distracted herself by gently trailing her finger across the cover of her book, yawning quietly. Need any help? She questioned after a small while of silence, suddenly noticing the colder presence the young woman brought with her.
Michigan refused to show her sudden worry to an atmosphere like this. She often considered it to be more supernatural than weather effected, simply due to her background. She gulped very quietly and didn't once allow her smile to slip as she tiled her head in a friendly manner, hair tumbling along side it. Trying to ignore these thoughts, she glanced back down to her hands and sat down behind the counter, the small chair also being worn to the perfected state she'd grown to love. Once more, she glanced up as she heard the girl's footsteps echo out in faintly muffled tone due to the over run leafs of plants caressing the over heated ground. A sigh escaped. Ghostie in the shop? Nah She mused.
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Post by beth on Mar 23, 2009 17:14:29 GMT -5
fleeing from the phrase "emerald life" [/color][/size][/font] Beth could not help but yawn on seeing the natural beauty standing in front of her do so. The smallest of sounds escaped her lips as she did this, emphasising how tired she felt from the journey in which she had carried out in order to arrive in some unusual place such as a florist. Hi. Beth said, tone quiet as she felt awkward in this current situation. Her eyes widened as she thought of nothing to say to break the silence. And then she heard it. The silent whimpers of the emerald aura in the corner of the shop. Feeling pain overcome her, Beth could not help but examine this particular worry that overthrew her as she stood in this new place. Looking around further, she felt the feeling of grief take over her thoughts. She had been brought here for a reason. But she questioned as to why Mel had done such a thing to guide her here. Destiny much?
I was looking for a plant…I suppose I have come to the right place then. Beth said, attempting to lighten the mood. Hello? she whispered, closing in on one of the plants as she heard the whimpers increase. You know, I do not have time for this! You are making me look like a nooblet here! And in front of people too! she scowled, pain overtaking her yet again. Feeling embarrassed, she lowered her voice as to not draw any more attention from the redheaded girl that sat with a greeted grin over the other side of the room. Lifting her head up from the plant in which she had near enough sunk herself in, Beth smiled in the direction of the girl.
A cold chill ran up Beth’s spine and she turned on her heel. Now that was not funny! Beth informed the obedient spirit. Is that you Mel? Because I want answers! I am very confused here… Remembering where she was, Beth turned back to face the pretty girl sitting off behind the counter. So… she began. Let’s talk plants. she said, enthusiasm lacking as she did so. A cold hand grasped around her wrist, causing Beth to jump in fear. Never yet had she felt a fresh spirit touch her sensitive skin. Coughing to hide her frightened state, Beth smiled a weak grin, the beam missing as she did so. Plants? Beth muttered under her breath, trying to take her mind off the now aggressive “ghost” tightening the grip around her fragile wrist. Please, leave me alone. she begged in a silent whisper as she glanced in the angry set of eyes owned by the saddened and pained “ghost.” I brought you here didn’t I? she questioned, a somewhat thought that had slipped pass as words. On seeing the nod expressed by the darkened aura of the soul, she apologised and placed her hand around the hand of the “ghost.” Please refrain from doing this. she pleaded as she looked deep into the eyes of the angry “ghost”; the twisted fury soon disappeared into a golden glint, honeycomb coloured, warming the aura as she smiled her weak smile and then settled into the front room of the florist.
Sorry about that, I tend to talk to plants. was her pitied excuse as she communicated with what seemed to be the shop owner. I think I will just buy roses. I can’t make my mind up. she continued her lie as her weak smile remained her main expression. Glancing behind her to check to see if the aura had changed, which it had done, Beth learnt that the whimpers were not from the angry “ghost” in which she had previously encountered., but from another spirit. No… was her simple cry out.
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Post by stephjo on Mar 24, 2009 8:47:50 GMT -5
Michigan's eyes had curiously began to follow the young woman, her brow raising lightly as she noticed the small murmurs escaping her lips. It didn't strike her as odd, for she had noticed quite a bunch of people who would often preform such actions. Yet...there did seem to be one strange feeling following this girl. A feeling that faintly disturbed the red heads usual calm and excited aura. The sullen thought that had passed into her often crazed mind of ghosts was forever seeming more and more true. Michigan would often believe in such things, but the herbs in which she had growing in the shop supposedly held a purpose and scent that would often distract spirits. They'd distracted them away from her shop for the multiple months she'd owned it, right?
Shaking her head to rid these worrying thoughts, Michigan looked back toward her book of Botany, not wanting to disturb the stranger as she glanced around the many plants she happened to grow. Although, she'd often get questioned by the odd fanatic to as why she had plants only suited in India growing in the midst of a simple Manhattan florist...her hopes would fall if she was once again questioned to the reason behind this. What could she say exactly? Oh yeah, I happen to magically force these plants to grow in environments they don't belong in...that's my special secret obviously! Just thinking over these words caused her iced blue eyes to roll in a faintly amused expression, a gently giggle escaping as she flicked through the many drawings of hers - not really paying any attention to them.
Her hearing senses where mostly following those of the girl, for she didn't exactly enjoy the aura that followed her. As strange as if felt, she could sense the stress forming from her beloved green beings that breathed the same air as her. This stress didn't at all please Michigan, but she didn't once let this show as her smile remained, eyes constantly on the book that her fingers where trailing. The mutters continued to escape the young woman's lips, causing her brow to raise further as she managed to only pick up some words. When noticing the talking to plants remark, Michigan flashed a wider grin in her direction, nodding in false understatement. Heck don't worry over it She laughed out, returning to looking at her book. The surrounding counter top seemed to also catch her attention as she gently picked up a loose violet petal from a plant nearby. She tilted her head and sighed sadly looking to the plant in which it had fell from. Clearly, pain had formed from loosing such a small asset...it was as though loosing a nail from your hand in human terms.
Another shake formed on her head as her hair tumbled around her face, the leaf being placed on the greenery next to violet beauty. At hearing a statement being directed at her, Michigan looked up and held the girl's eyes with ease. Her warm smile was constantly upon her pale features as she walked from behind the counter, steps quiet as she walked over to the girl. Sure thing She exclaimed, passing her as she walked among the flowers that seemed to faintly grow that all more attractive as her finger tips brushed each of them. This was only a minor adjustment, often not questioned. More of a risk she practically enjoyed taking. Yet another shiver raced up her spine at passing the girl, causing her mind to take all the superstitious beliefs to the next level. The herbs must not be working! They must not be...
These thoughts continued to replay over and over again as she glanced around the small amount of plants she held to the right of the store - nearest to the windows. Any particular type? You're free to choose from this lot She pronounced happily, her gaze proud as she glanced over the multiple colored objects of her affection and adoration. At saying this, she gently inhaled, loving the scent that reached her nose within an instance. A beam of joy rushed through her, her eyes trailing back to the girl. She felt a twinge form at seeing the obvious tension and unhappiness within the girl's eyes - her natural mood wishing to improve this. Of course, she would help to improve it!
How was another statment...after all, she didn't know her. She raised one of the flowers to the girl and smiled. It's rosy red color seemed to be an understatement to it's beauty as she held it to the girl. If for yourself...this color would be perfect - it compliments you She murmured softly, a friendly expression forming.
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Post by beth on Mar 24, 2009 10:46:57 GMT -5
fleeing from the phrase "emerald life" [/color][/size][/font] Eyes examining the corner yet again as she searched for the whimpers, Beth trailed her fingers along a small plant that seemed to be more or less lonely compared to the rest of the plants that overgrew the size of the florist. The sorrow weeping from the essence caused another shiver to run down her spine as she searched long and hard. No movement was found from the area in which her eyes wandered around and so she turned to face the girl yet again. Feeling a rush of embarrassment shoot through her, Beth smiled weakly and awaited to be told to leave for disturbing public nature…
The “ghost” that she had just escaped the grip of was now stroking Beth’s golden locks, causing her heartbeat to increase. …Am I going to be molested by a spirit? she said, full shock stinging her features. Flinching slightly as the soul moved closer towards her, Beth decided that it was in her best interest to move away from the male figure. …S-s-so… Beth stuttered as the male “ghost” placed his hand in hers. Shit… she silently mumbled. Where is the nearest exit? her mind screamed at her as she fleetingly looked around the florist for the door – prepared for her getaway from the present circumstances in which she felt trapped in.
Erm…no, no! Just a rose. she again stuttered, then gulping as she learnt that the ghost had fixed his eyes on her. RAWR! she growled at the ghost. I told you to refrain from touching me… she reminded the male. My name? …It’s Beth. Andy? Well that’s nice for you, Andy! Now…hands! Move them! she ordered the ghost now known as “Andy.”
Thank you. she openly directed to both the florist and Andy. As she took a quiet step forward towards the place in which the florist had so happily pronounced her to glance in, she felt the cold touch of Andy latch around her waist. Now you are taking the piss! she screamed, a little too loud that it should have been. Get off me! she screeched and wriggled free from the clutch of Andy.
Speeding her pace to reach to where the roses lay, Beth was quickly at the florist’s side. On hearing the complement that was so kindly directed at her, Beth smiled. She was still flustered from Andy’s approach and so stayed by the florist’s side until she was sure that Andy had calmed down. That man…ghost…thing. she said, even her thoughts sounding breathily. The radiant blush overtook her features as the room began to get smaller and smaller. The temperature rising each second, throat drying, it becoming unbearable to breathe in…for her anyway.
Holding her throat, she glanced over at Andy. He was smirking and a somewhat smug look overtook his features. The honeycomb coloured eyes melting away into the burning flames of angry reds and feisty oranges. Frick! she cursed inwardly. Thinking of an excuse was easy this time around and so she declared: I am allergic to lavender. she croaked out her words as the look of anger ran through Andy once more. Feeling lightheaded and dizzy, her eyes drooped and tried to close over. Fighting this urge was easy and so she replaced her drowsy stanzas with a more content one and smiled smugly at Andy. Like that has not happened before… she grinned over in his direction.
That rose would be perfect. Beth finally said and tried to speed up the process of buying the unwanted flower. She just wanted to get out of there, away from the molestation that was being carried out on her weak frame from the now eyeing her up ghost that stood alone in the emerald area. Paedophile. she whispered, only audible (so she thought) to herself and Andy. She hid behind a set of large plants, aiding her escape from the intense look within Andy’s eyes. Back down boy… was the tune that sprang to mind at that moment in time. Of all the songs Beth, of all the songs. she felt amazed at herself as the tune continued to party around in her mind.
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Post by stephjo on Mar 24, 2009 15:52:27 GMT -5
Michigan's smile began to falter as she noticed the forever changing mutters that escaped the stranger's mouth. At hearing her actually introduce herself, Michigan felt unsure whether to note this out loud. So, instead of thinking of this stranger as a her, she deiced to take the name Beth into mind - instead of the used Andy. She highly doubted it would be the male name of the two. So, tilting her head, she found herself retreating the flower as the cold air increased to a level that it alerted her.
Trying to act casual, Michigan gently walked over to a small section of herbs, her hand instantly latching onto the one named clearly as Rosemary. Her hands pulled through it's dark green and blue colored area, it remaining in her hand as she walked back to the roses. This outta get those spirits out of my store! She thought sure, her inner expression smug as she gently crushed it in her fingers, allowing it to trail the ground as she walked slowly around the area in which both her and Beth stood. It was then she noticed the sudden painful reaction that caused her face to run red.
Michigan tilted her head, absolutely bewildered by the young woman. Each movement seemed to bring surprise to her...not that she was complaining. Any entertainment to her day was welcomed with open arms. Lavender.... It was impossible for her to have a reaction when the source of that plant was all the way near the counter. A frown soon formed, but was hidden as Michigan made way to spreading the spirit preventing herb further around the store as she took casual steps.
When she felt yet another breeze, the anger behind it scared her. She knew only to well angry spirits where not to have fun poked at them, and by the havering levels of Beth's complaining...she only feared what would happen. This was (of course) the superstition kicking in once more. It would be the only time she'd blame her mother for such events! Just thinking of her mother brought an instant twinge of pain to her usually happy aura, eyes down cast as she tried to force herself to place that welcoming grin back upon her face. Each image would appear fresh in her mind - that bright, cloud free day.
A younger Michigan had skipped along happily...
Only to find her beloved Mother dead for no good reason.
It was hard to force such thoughts out of her mind, but she did so by remaining strong. Silent foot fall escaped as she made her way back to the roses, after hearing the simple mutter of that rose would be perfect. It was only when she turned with about three of the crimson coated rose in her hand, that she twitched hearing the latest remark. Pedophile? She questioned out loud, finally curious to what on earth the girl she thought to know as Beth was talking about. The rosemary herb was scattered in multiple directions now, and Michigan's iced gaze was glancing to Beth in innocent curiosity, the plants in her palm in a faintly protective manner. Her grip remained faintly tight, but she didn't wish to harm the plants.
Noticing her mind begin to wonder, she felt the usual tingle ripple through her finger tips and felt her power draw to the roses. Her eyes snapped wide as she literally threw them back into the assortment of crimson plants, eyes wide in shock. Had her power activated? No...it couldn't have.
She wouldn't have took such a risk unconciously...would she? It was fear that drove her to smile weakly at Beth...
Fear of being caught.
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Post by beth on Mar 24, 2009 18:43:31 GMT -5
fleeing from the phrase "emerald life" [/color][/size][/font] The strong scent of herbs hit her instantly as she noticed the whimpers of the spirit drown into the background as though the herbs had magically caused the spirits to flee from the emerald life often known as the blooming flowers within the florist shop. At that she smiled weakly, somewhat greatness ready to thank the one who had stopped the sounds in which she could no longer bare to hear. Her head throbbed in pain and her eyes trying to tightly close over, she just decided to sit on the ground. Another strange act carried out by her in this florist. Not being able to come up with an excuse, she felt the words roll off her tongue - unable to bite down, or cause pressure of some sort, to stop the words from escaping. Do you believe in the afterlife? The supernatural occurrences that control the beings that have passed into a life of emptiness? That you are able to return after you have died…in a somewhat weird but wonderful way? she questioned, eyes placed on the surface of the floor as she could not see clearly now. She rubbed her temples as her mind fell blank. The airy essences dying down as the smell grew stronger and stronger by the second. …It’s all the truth, afterlife, ghosts…all of it. she informed the florist quietly. Hence why I seem to be talking to myself beforehand. she continued. And now I shall be off, just to let you know…there is a weeping woman hanging about in your shop and I can’t find her, so…I think you are safe but from my experience I think she is calling out to you. But then again, I am a mental nutter and should be locked up in an asylum. she whispered and then cringed at such a thought. Eyes flickering to where Andy had stood, she noticed that he had fled from the scene. And yes paedophile. she announced. One of the ghost, he said his name was Andy, he was molestering me. So yeh… paedophile. she added, tone motionless as she stood to her feet, weak balance as she did so. Head tilting to the side as she attempted to gain a better state, she concentrated on the girl standing in front of her. You think I am weird don’t you? she asked, totally pained.
She sank into her large coat, as though it were a protective layer, and sighed loudly. She then closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Of all the things and you give me this…thanks! she said, tone again motionless but touching the edge of mellow as she did this. She placed her hands in the pockets of her somewhat protective layer and snuggled up…feeling the warmth appear back to her body. Something that had not happened in quite awhile and so this feeling was marvellous to her. Inhaling a deep sharp breath, her eyes shot wide and she replaced her sorrow with the simple look of apology in her ocean blue eyes. Sorry for the randomness. she said, this time her tone more upbeat as though she was mocking herself.
Self esteem lower than usual she prepared herself to be met by the chilly winds of Manhattan as she feared she was going to be shown the door. How much for these roses? she smiled, the smile barely reaching her eyes as she again mocked herself and just wanted to be set free from the shame in which she stood in. GAH! the voices in her head bellowed in canon. you tit, you tit, you tit!! it repeated over and over again. And again breathing in the heavenly scent, she soon realised what she had done. She had put a question mark on her sanity as per usual, but she had caused herself to be somewhat exposed. Shit! she muttered under her breath and waited to be escorted out of the shop by a police officer, handcuffed and sent to the hospital to be assessed. Ahhh memories. she inwardly whispered as she reminisced the first time that something along the lines of today had happened. But back then she had not been felt up by a ghost. Now that part of today was a new experience in which she never wanted to recall!! ;D
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Post by stephjo on Mar 25, 2009 14:42:40 GMT -5
Relief flooded through out Michigan's body as she noticed that the young girl seemed to be wrapped up within her own events to notice the mishap of her ability. It took some force, but soon her hands where free of the roses. She couldn't risk being caught and classed as some freak. Although she knew this probably wouldn't' happen, the fear still loomed like a darkness ready to swallow herself up. Just thinking of this caused her features to pale gently. Yet, the warm glow never left her oceanic blue eyes, her thoughts redirecting to the girl she thought to be known as Beth...and she was now placed upon the softer tiles of the store floor.
Of course, the sudden warmth that reached Michigan as she motioned toward the girl made her heart sore. Such a blast meant that evil had vanished! Silent pleas of thanks where sent to the scattered remains of the herbs that she'd so brutally shredded as she'd innocently taken foot fall around the florist. Every ounce of superstition was answered in the one simple phrase that was all of a sudden blurted from the young blond's mouth. Mutters of spirits and after life seemed to ramble out into an echo, Michigan's own eyes widening in shock. Old wives tales where obviously true...
Along with the removal process of those problems. Yet another set of thanks was sent out inwardly toward the herb known as rosemary. She'd know to carry this with her more often. Instead of keeping quiet at the girl's sudden rush of emotive talk, she forced herself to step closer, hand extended. Only to be ignored, Michigan refused to show any sign of discomfort as she fixed an understanding expression upon her face, lips forming into the weakest of friendly smiles. "...I could get you some water" She offered quietly, not at all wishing to leave Beth in such a state of trauma and obvious discomfort. It often hurt her seeing others like this. Such pity lead to the bond she shared personally with the homeless man who inhabited her garbage. Often Michigan would bring the odd sandwich or whiskey to him - each time this accepted in only great gratitude. In return, he'd offer words of wisdom...
Otherwise known as gossip. Tales of disappearances, murder, love. Each would bring awe to Michigan's sweet soul, for she never really did allow herself to become absorbed in news tales within newspapers and on television. At noticing the small comment dropped over a sobbing woman, Michigan's eyes snapped wide in instant shock. Her stammers of "What?" where repeated a few times, each as quiet as the other as she shook her head. Crimson curls flew around her face as she continuously glanced from every area of the room in amazement and yet, some form of terror. A ghost...here for her? Now that was bizarre.
After yet some more time, Michigan forced her petite self to calm, and keep her gaze on the ever panicking girl in front of her. A calmer expression plastered itself over her face as her hands retreated into the jeans she often wore to remain comfortable through out the day. "...I see you as interesting...not weird" She admitted honestly, voice timid as she once again threw the offer of water at the girl, only to have it ignored once more as some sort of revelation seemed to occur to the stranger. Each moment showed more and more interest and curiosity toward Michigan - yet she never questioned it. This was out of politeness mostly.
When facing yet another question, a miniature plot formed within her over crazed mind, her grin growing to a strangely scary standard. She turned to the roses and picked one up once more, this time extra careful to try and prevent her power from having its own little crimson rave. "...I think we might be able to come to a small deal" She offered, picking up yet another. The familiar tingle sourced through her finger tips, causing her to instantly drop the rose back within the others clustered in the source of water. Her heart leapt viciously at this...each moment, her power seemed to grow into its own accord. Yet more fear blossomed inside of her. It took a small silence to force her back into reality, gaze quickly glancing to the girl. Slowly, she cleared her throat in hopes of easing tension. "...you say a...ghost is here for me?" She began softly, biting her lip nervously. "..I would offer at least a dozen roses if you could...maybe tell me how to sort this being out? In terms with no harm caused...please" She muttered, voice remaining quiet as she gently adjusted her balance - moving from one foot to the other. Her gaze darted to the ground in shame of asking such things. Please? She inwardly questioned, mind in a scower of wild adventures.
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Post by beth on Apr 8, 2009 16:10:06 GMT -5
fleeing from the phrase "emerald life"
[/color][/size][/font] Remaining on the soft tiling and blinking immensely at such a thought of being called “interesting” and not any type of insult, bewildered Beth as she sat cross legged on the ground of the florist in which she had been taken to by a dead person. Thoughts rushing around her mind and words not structuring properly, Beth looked up at the florist, a startled expression overtaking her features as she did so, and tilted her head to one side.
Interesting? Interesting?? she questioned, voice crescendo’ing from a whisper to her normal tone. To her it seemed as though she was bellowing at the girl, but this was only because her head now pulsed in pain as the smell grew stronger and stronger causing her to feel somewhat weakened and nauseas. And that’s when the thought hit her; she recognised such a scent as the one that loomed in the air now. Rosemary... she inwardly informed herself and covered her face to shield her senses from the smell that became the aroma of the room in which she found herself somewhat trapped inside by the will of her tired and confused mind. She had lied earlier on about being allergic to such substances as lavender, and now she was indeed suffering from lying. It was karma’s idea to punish her, she was actually allergic to rosemary, the smell usually caused her to feel light headed and dizzy – and as normal, it did this time around.
I might just have to take you up on the offer of a glass of water... she told the florist as the shock of not being insulted with words that she had expected and the fact that she now couldn’t stand the scent that blossomed around the area in which she sat in. Hey, I never caught your name. she added as she studied the florist’s stance, noticing the fact that the calm expression was fading away and a somewhat scary grin replacing such pleasant expressions that had previously been carried out. The facial expression of the florist now caused Beth to shake slightly with fear as she slowly cradled herself deeper into the coat – her protective layer, protecting her from the outside world. She’s going to call someone to take me away; she’s going to be nice to me and then call the police...or...the hospital! But this time I won’t get away, I have said too much, I have never done that before. Shit, shit, shit! she gulped at such a thought and began to shake more vigorously. Heart rate reaching to a high extent and trembling hands tightening into balls to hide the clammy palms, Beth cringed and felt herself sink into her coat. Her eyes darted to the floor in which she stayed sat upon, unable to move as she had the fear of falling back down.
Eyes still kept concentrated on the ground, Beth tried to take a few calming deep breaths. On hearing the florist say such a comment as making a deal, Beth’s eyes widened as a puzzled expression appeared on her beautiful features. Deal? she whispered, confused as to what was actually going on. Mind set in a complete daze, she tried to listen, but this process was too hard as her mind tried to jumble a sentence together to ask why they needed to come to a deal. Seeing a flash of colour through the corner of her eyes, Beth quickly looked up, watching the flowers that had been cradled in the florist’s arms fall to the ground. Huh? That was random. After analyzing why the florist could have threw the flowers to the ground, Beth came to the conclusion that it was so if she was to make a run for it, the florist could grasp upon her and keep her enclosed in the florist until some authority personal came. Butterflies taking flight within her stomach, Beth felt sick and put her head in between her knees. Surely someone that had been so calm and looks so kind would never do something so cruel as to send a crazy freak away? Right? she questioned, attempting to reassure herself from the fears that took over her thoughts.
Well unless someone else works at this florist, then I suppose the ghost is here for you. Beth said, voice quiet, therefore breaking into silence as she spoke. Feeling hot and clammy, Beth gulped yet again. ...Please no more flowers. her mind pleaded with her. Flowers always reminded her of graveyards, a place that she naturally called her second home from being there that many times when aiding the grieving families of those she helped cross into the light.
This being has a name. she added, as though she was protective of those who were isolated within the afterlife. And...er...I suppose I could help to move the spirit. But she or he has their purpose of being here. Just like me, both me and the ghost have an unknown reason. Unless... she began. Unless you are the reason as to why both of us are here. she finished, mouth wide in shock at such a thought as that. But what is so special about you? she questioned, staring in the sapphire eyes of the woman who had asked for her help. Now that is so unexpected...right, where are these ambulances? she somewhat skitted herself.
Gradually standing up off of the floor and squeezing the sleeves of the coat as reassurance that she was going to be ok, Beth took a deep breath and then a sudden urge to sneeze overtook her mind and body. Damn it! she quietly cursed before blasting into a load sneeze. Aaaa-choooo! the sound roared from within her minuscule frame. She certainly did not portray the feel of delicacy now after that. Blinking ever so innocently, she repeated her question but this time as though it were a thought that had escaped: What is so special about you?
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] OOC: oooh new sig! me likey! *pats it* |
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Post by stephjo on Apr 19, 2009 19:09:33 GMT -5
Michigan's features revealed a faint aura of shock noticing the startled expression that over run Beth's soft features. It struck her as odd, but the young woman merely stayed quiet - not wishing to offend. After all, to judge someone when you barely knew them was considered an omen in Michigan's thoughts, a bad one. Though, was there even such a thing as a good omen...one obviously had not managed to make itself clear to her previously in her life. If it had, she'd obviously walked along past it in a daze of her own worries and concerns that might have clouded her track of thought that day.
The soon raising tone in which the blond was infiltrating caused Michigan to glance toward her, blinking in a sudden struck daze - slim frame stumbling back some what from shock. Why had she shouted? Had she offended her without realizing? Frowning at such an aspect, she tried her best to apologize for what ever it was - only to fall silent once more at the murmur of the water. Michigan nodded instantly in response. "S-sure thing" She stammered in a soft, melodic tone, quickly darting her way toward the counter she often lounged about during the days in which she worked.
Upon reaching the maple surface she'd grown to love, she easily jumped over it - a task she preformed only to often. She often liked to muse it where a minor James Bond movement, one arm used to push herself up while she propelled her lower body over the surface - legs brushing against its cold grasp as she landed swiftly on the other side. This small scene of action ended only to quickly, the red haired florist disappearing into the storage room at the back. Though, upon escaping the clutches of her outer store, she managed to catch the small question added to Beth's previous comment, her ears straining to gain its full perception. Her mind was so over clouded from its usual ditz and happy go lucky foundation that she failed to notice how much the blond within her stores aura had changed! Though, she smiled nervously, rummaging around and decided to answer her question.
In a gentle motion, she glanced over her shoulder to see only the bare cracked wall that often had something growing out of it; the most previous ivy. Yeah, her little experiments where often held within the back, just not something dangerously mutated like you would often see on depressing horror films. Just thinking of such a thing made her laugh quietly to herself, shoulders haunched as she dove into the small fridge she had stored within the back. "It's Michigan" She called in an innocent tone, palms latching around the cold, soft plastic surface of the water bottle. "Like the state" She added politely, often doing so when people would give her a look of confusment. After all, who would call their children after two states in America? Obviously her Mother and Father. Just thinking of the currently alive parent made her grin fade a little, a sigh penetrating into the ominous atmosphere surrounding her.
Making her way back into the plant infested open area of her store, Michigan slowly climbed over the counter once more - this time with a calmness following her as she attempted to distract herself from the previous thoughts of her Father. Her own emerald gaze locked on Beth's suddenly distraught form, her eyes widening in shock. She must have truly caused damage unknowing. Upset by this, she soon crouched down - her insides cringing at noticing the roses scattered along the ground. Oh dear. "Here you go..." She murmured in a caring tone, not wishing to cause any more problems. Making sure Beth had a hold on the bottle securely, she crouched down in hopes not to feel to superior and intimidating - not sure if such a thing was possible.
At the mention of the deal, she found herself nodding, eyes still showing concern for the discomfort in the blonds appearance. Unable to speak as she listened to the small valuable information she was providing, Michigan just found herself staring in interest. She felt faintly ashamed at hearing the comment over a name, her smile weakening at seeing she could possibly be the problem herself. "...I'm sorry...I don't mean to be a bother" She whispered, more to herself as she stood slowly, picking up the roses in the process. Gently adjusting them, she continued to listen as Beth once again began to talk - reasons. Though, she dropped the roses once more as a large echo of a sneeze penetrated her calm form. That was unexpected. "Bless you" She commented softly, blushing at her idiotic behavior to dropping the valuable and delicate crimson budded roses. They seemed so less of life now...
Her new instinct was to bring them to life...but such a risk could not be taken...could it? As she bent down once more to pick up the flowers, her palms shaking, she caught the small murmur which escaped as if an outspoken thought. Special..MIchigahn could almost laugh. She was special, to an extent. Who else could have such a control over nature? It wasn't normal...it was...unreal. Her smile grew dream like as she picked up each of the roses with such care, it was as though tending a child - new born. Placing them back, she took her chance to bend over lightly - frail form covering from sight as the roses once again grew vibrant. Making sure to blend them in quickly with the matching others of their kind, she then turned to face Beth, shrugging timid.
"I...I only grow flowers" She muttered feebly, eyes holding a small secretive glint. If the ghost was here for her...how much would it know? Who was it? The questions where endless, and unfortunately for Michigan, she had the patience to make sure each one would be answered. Then again, she didn't have the willing force...Dang it...
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