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Post by Maelie on Jul 19, 2011 12:52:12 GMT -5
Stretching her arms above her head, Maelie drank in the morning sunshine. Not a cloud in the sky. She'd woken up in an extremely good mood and blamed it on the fact that it was the first day of school. The first day of her Sophomore year. She wasn't too keen on the idea of hitting the books, but her last days of summer had been rather dull.
Well, dull excluding the weird dreams she'd been having. They only consisted of her being engulfed in light, but it was still out of the norm. Her mother had always believed that dreams had meanings, that they connected to the waking world.
"Maybe I'll be struck by lightning..." Maelie mused out loud. She began to chuckle at her own thought. A few new Kindergartners ran passed her, excited for their official first day of school. She smiled and closed her eyes. She actually kind of missed those days. Every day had been so carefree... And had recess in the warm sunshine! For once, could they have class outside at the high school?!
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Post by Mia on Jul 19, 2011 19:33:26 GMT -5
I ain’t gonna let schooling interfere with me edumacation.
-Mia’s memory of a Mark Twain quote [/size][/color] The first day of school was always bittersweet for Amelia Welberg. For one thing, she once again had access to the school library and all the fiction it had to offer. On the other hand, she was back with her classmates, and the school library didn’t have very many stories that she hadn’t read, and was still interested in reading. She had wiped out the Orson Scott Card section during the first quarter of her sixth grade year. Now, she found herself at the start of the seventh grade. She chained up her little scooter (not an electric one, but an old fashioned one you had push off on the ground to get moving with; the school didn’t allow skateboards on campus.) and readjusted the one strap of her backpack she had slung over her shoulder. Most of the kids her age were being dropped off by their parents. Mia began to walk toward the junior high wing of the school, catching snippets of gossip between students. She almost ran into one girl who stood in the middle of the courtyard, talking to herself about being struck by lightning.
”Y’know, it’s more likely to get hit by lightning than to win the lottery? Also, cactuses explode when they be hit by lightning. You should see it, they’re all, KABOOOOOOOM! Is it cactuses? Or is it cacti? I never know how to say stuff right, ne?” [/b] She looked up, smiling. The girl was almost a full foot taller than her, but that wasn’t unusual for Mia. She really wasn’t that worried about coming off as unusual, she probably wouldn’t see the upperclassman (or was it upperclasswoman?) again. She’d probably graduate before Mia was even a freshman (freshwoman?). She felt comfortable coming off to strangers as weird after all this time. ”I be Mia, seventh grader! What’s your name, birth date, and would you mind if I ran a background check on you in case me mama decides to investigate in the case we become friends?” [/b] She paused for a moment. ”S’kidding, s’kidding.”[/b][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Maelie on Jul 20, 2011 12:43:07 GMT -5
Startled by a high-pitched voice, Maelie looked down to find a little girl. She must have overheard her 'getting struck by lightning' comment. "Um... haven't seen a cactus get hit by lightning, but I guess it'd be cool sometime? And I say cactuses, but I'm not sure if that's grammatically correct..." Thinking that the girl would find it weird she'd contemplated being struck by lightning, Maelie explained, "Been having weird dreams lately. I thought maybe my dreams are telling me something, like maybe I'll be struck by lightning. Dreams can be weird things, you know?"
The girl was hyper and a little strange, but Maelie felt oddly comfortable around her. She looked her over, wondering why she seemed so familiar. She'd met a lot of people in her ten years of schooling, so maybe they'd met before? No, she'd have remembered a conversation with the girl. Her speaking habits were so (weird) unique, she'd have remembered talking to her. But where had she seen her before...?
In response to Mia's questioning: "Maelie Arlette. February 28. And I guess...?" Would her mother really run a background check on her? Not that she had anything to hide, but what mother would really go to those kinds of lengths for their child? But Mia admitted it was a joke. "S'kidding, huh...?" Maelie giggled quietly.
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Post by Sasha on Jul 25, 2011 16:16:32 GMT -5
"Morning, Lexi, Ryan!"
Sasha waved at a pair of students she vaguely knew from her English class the year before. It was hard to believe that she was alreay a senior, but that was how it went. She only had one year left of school in Salida, and then she could leave. She glanced down at her new scheduale - first period, US Government. Ew. She'd rather go swimming, like she had yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that...
Sasha adjusted the clip that held back her long hair. She had put thought into her outfit this morning, since she always liked to make a good impression on the others. Her jeans were reasonably distressed - she had purchased them that way - and she wore a new top she had bought when Mama Erika paid her for watching the shop over the summer. Sasha resisted the temptation to take her deck out of her bag and start shuffling. She overheard a girl talking about dreams, and approached her. Maybe she could start conversation.
"Hey, I've seen you on the basketball court. It's..."
Sasha thought for a moment, trying to recall the girl's name.
"Amai Arlette, right? You know that dreams are not nesecarrily prophetic. They usually indicate something that's happening in your life at the moment. My godmother had to bang that into my head when I kept having nightmares about dancing and all of a sudden a light fell on me. I was scared to go to ballet class for weeks, I thought I would die. It was symbollic of stage fright, apparentlyy."
Okay, she didn't usually tell people that kind of stuff, but never mind. She sort of kind of knew this girl, so whatever. She felt she could trust her. [/sup] |
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Post by Mia on Jul 26, 2011 14:40:11 GMT -5
Mia had to practically crane her head back to see Sasha's face. If Maelie was a foot taller than her, then Sasha reached toward outer space, at least a foot and a half, even two feet taller than Mia. "How's the weather up there?" She asked with a smile.
She glanced at her watch (a pink, faux leather strap that was too big for her tiny wrist ) and noted that she had plenty of time to get to class. Not that she wouldn't mind being late to homeroom. She wasn't exactly excited, because her assigned room this year was with Miss Heil, who was said to be the toughest biology teacher in the whole school. That, and last year she had judged the science fair. Mia's phenominal project was proclaimed to be too deep for a sixth grader to make, so she didn't get the A+ she deserved. Her mood downshifted slightly at the reminder of why school stunk like a compost heap and summer was amazing.
"So, what's my dream from last night mean?" She paused, scrunching up her nose a bit as she tried to remember it. "I think I was in me garden, and then all of a sudden a giant pair of hedge clippers was chasing me around. They wanted to eat my brains, I thinks!" |
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Post by Maelie on Jul 26, 2011 16:20:22 GMT -5
Turning her attention towards a new voice, Maelie found herself looking at her rival. Well, one-sided, friendly rival. Ever since watching the girl at a swim meet, Maelie had been slightly jealous of her athletic abilities. "Yeah, I'm Ama- Wait no, it's Maelie!" she corrected. Why had she called her Amai? And why had she almost called herself Amai? "You're Sasha, right? Siroky?"
Maelie found it strange that Sasha told her a such a personal story. It wasn't like they were friends. They weren't enemies either, but it was still strange. And if her dream was symbolic rather than prophetic, she had to wonder what the bright light was supposed to mean. "Could it be that I'm upset about the end of summer?" she thought out loud.
After hearing Mia's dream, she couldn't help but venture a guess as to what the dream meant. "Did you get a hair cut recently, maybe?" She felt sort of stupid having said her guess out loud, but she honestly didn't care. She hadn't spent much time with the two girls, but she felt very comfortable with them and felt she could say silly things like that.
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Post by Sasha on Jul 26, 2011 21:23:30 GMT -5
Sasha smiled at Maelie.
"It's Sasha, yeah. Now, Mama Erika is better at this than I am, but I can try."
She looked down at Mia - how she knew the young girl's name, she didn't know, but the thought didn't cross her mind that Mia hadn't introduced herself.
"Mia, yours probably has something to do with summer ending and your garden wilting, I think. My Mama Erika is better at this stuff than I am. Am - I mean, Maelie, I have no clue what yours could. It's really cryptic. This is gonna sound extremely weird -" As if everything she had already said wasn't - "-but does the light feel friendly or like it's gonna take you somewhere you don't wanna go?"
Sasha shook her head.
"None of my business, sorry."
Somehow, she had thought that it might have been her business, and was almost worried about Maelie, even though they'd only seen each other from a distance before, at athletics events. She reached into her jeans pocket, removing the purple pack of cards and began to shuffle them, knowing that she was probably blushing. Her pale skin really got red when she was embarrassed.
((Sorry, it's a bit short, ya'll.)) |
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Post by Mia on Jul 27, 2011 22:09:22 GMT -5
Mia blinked at the taller girl. She didn't remember introducing herself, but then, maybe Sasha had seen her around before. But that couldn't be right, because Mia had never ever seen someone that tall, or with that pretty blue hair. She wondered breifly it was her natural color, decided it was, and forgot about her curiosity. "That sound right, really. Are you psychic or something? If your Mama Erika is better than you, me wants to meet her!" The beginning of autumn always made her a bit depressed. She kept a few plants indoors, but she always was a bit less energetic, a bit less... Mia. Her mom had made note of it in the past few years, but Mia shrugged it off, calling it SAD. Seasonal affective disorder. Her grandma used to get it, apparently.
She smiled as Sasha took out her deck of cards. "Ooo! Does ya know how to play 'Oh Shoepuff?' Or maybe Egyptian War? If there were more of us, we could play Kemps!" She babbled, naming off her favorite card games. She had learned most of them from a guy at the farmer's market who helped his parents sell homemade jam. The jam was really good, actually, and the guy had been pretty nice. He didn't make fun of her height or anything, and was a year or two older than her.
((It's cool, mine's not very good either. We'll be tiny post buddies. Also, EMI I GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE YAY. )) |
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Post by Maelie on Jul 28, 2011 23:07:23 GMT -5
"Wow, that's kinda cool!" Maelie thought to herself as Sasha interpreted Mia's dream. "Yeah, meeting your Mama Erika might be neat! Maybe we could all go!" She paused for a moment. Had she just invited two girls she did not know well to visit a fortune teller? What had gotten into her today? Laughing nervously, she continued, "I mean, we don't have to! Just figured it might be fun is all! We could go separately or whatever!"
For a subject change (sorta?), Maelie answered Sasha question regarding her own dream. "It's like everything is warm and bright... I guess there's a sorta friendly feeling... Oh! I just remembered! Last night's version had something I could see in the light. Like a hand or something reaching for me..." She looked up at the blue-haired girl, slightly frightened. "Could it be something bad...?"
It wasn't until Mia mentioned card games that Maelie noticed the deck of cards in the upperclassman's hand. "Cool cards!" she said, starting a bad habit of changing the subject repeatedly. She then turned to Mia. "I've never heard of 'Oh Shoepuff', but I've played 'Oh Hell'. It's kinda like Solitaire for multiple players. Granny always seems to win somehow. I don't know how she does it!" "Too much personal info, Maelie!!!" she mentally berated herself.
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Post by Sasha on Jul 31, 2011 15:22:52 GMT -5
((YAY Now you can drive to Minnesota and see me.  )) Sasha felt like she was getting in a little too deep with the dream interpetations, and said so. "If you wanna talk to my Mama Erika, you should come." She said, realizing that she was inviting two girls she barely knew to a place almost no one who knew her knew about. "I mean, if you don't have anything going on. You don't have to if you don't want to.
She stopped shuffling and drew a card, holding it up to show Mia. "These are tarot cards. We could play games, but only if I take out all the knights and major arcana." She flipped around the card she held, looking at the image. It was the Tower, a major change card. Sudden changes, which can be both positive or challenging arise, but they occur unexpectedly and you will need time to make sense of them. Huh. But it was just a random draw, not an actual spread. She made a mental note that maybe it was time for Mama Erika to read her cards again - they hadn't done that since winter break last year. She shoved the thought aside.
"I don't play many card games, really - I havn't heard of any of those. ((Aaaaaand now I think it's time that I officially post Sasha's guide since I included a card in a post. )) |
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Post by Mia on Aug 13, 2011 20:27:19 GMT -5
Mia smiled at the two girls. "I know oh hell. It is oh shoepuff, just less censored. What's an arcadia?" She said, bouncing subjects just as badly as Maelie was. She felt all warm and fuzzy inside, like she had swallowed a kitten. Not that she would ever consider doing that. It felt like she had found herself some friends, and good ones for that matter. Trust had to be earned, but she felt like these girls had already proven themselves to her.
She stood on her tiptoes to look at the image on the card, her mouth forming a little 'o'. "Coooool! Aren't these used for fortune telling? Do you know how to use 'em? "
Mia dug in her bag, taking out a little notebook. Pressed flowers were glued on the outside, a project her mom had helped her with a few years ago. They had just opened up the dictionary a few weeks ago to find the pretty little things flat as paper. "Where do you girlies wanna meet later?" She paused. "I mean, if you wanna meet. I dun got anythings going on, but do you, Maelie? I don't thinks basketball has started yet, has it? Not even the junior league. It's still net ball season, ne?" She didn't explain her creative little name for volleyball, figuring it was obvious enough.
[/blockquote] ((wait, you're in Minnisota now? DO YOU HAVE A CANADIAN ACCENT, EH? )) |
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Post by Maelie on Sept 1, 2011 23:04:32 GMT -5
Maelie slapped her forehead, embarrassed about not realizing Sasha's cards were tarot cards. “Jeez, I knew they were tarot cards, too! Derp... I've seen some before, but not like those ones.” She took a close look at the card the upper classman showed her. “Say, do you think you could do a spread right now? I think we've still got time before class. If you don't want to, I totally understand. I mean, we hardly know each other, right?” Strange that she wasn't sure about the spread, but was possibly planning a get-together with her rival.
Catching a glimpse of Mia's notebook, Maelie became slightly jealous. She never had the patience to press flowers, and it's not like good old Mom would sit down with her and help her with such a project... “Nah, basketball hasn't started yet, so I'm free. And by netball... do you mean tennis? Or maybe volleyball?” After thinking about Mia's name for... some sort of sport?... Maelie replied to the girl's original question, “I think if we're going to Sasha's Mama Erika's house, wouldn't it be easiest to meet here? I mean, it is where we first met, right?” She still felt a little weird making plans with her new acquaintances. But maybe they could be friends in the near future. And one can never have too many friends.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 13, 2011 21:13:30 GMT -5
((Sorry if it sucks, ive got ten minutes to type this baby.)) "A spread? Now?"
She paused her shuffling for a moment, looking at her hands. Sasha's nails were painted a light minty green, but the polish was already chipped on her index finger.
"Well, sure, I guess. I mean, we have time, right? Can't guaruntee that it'll show us anything today, though."
She expertly fanned out the stack and held them up, purple backs facing Maelie and Mia. She could see little bits of the colorful drawings. Riccardo Minetti was an absolute genius, in her opinion. Mama Erika preferred more traditional illustrations, but that would be boring. Sasha bit her lip for a moment, then removed two cards, handing one to each the other girls.
"Mia, the Knave of Pentacles is your representative. Maelie, I think yours is the Knight of Wands. Now, you both, pick three cards, any three cards!"
((Shit in a bucket and call it Fred. I don't have time to finish now, I'll try as soon as i cannnnnnnn... mod: done! )) |
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Post by Mia on Nov 15, 2011 18:33:33 GMT -5
"Got it in two. Volleyball. I gots some weird verbal quirks, y'know?"
Mia said to Maelie with a tiny nod. She stood on her tiptoes, scrutinizing the cards that Sasha held, then picked three that were sitting right next to each other, near the middle of the deck, but more to the left. It was a routine from back when her classmates had gone through the magic tricks phase in elementary school. She looked at the pictures before holding them up for Sasha to see.
The first, The Sun. A red boy fairy basked in the warm light of the card's namesake, sitting in a field of grain.
Second, the Ten of Chalices. Two sprites, a blue boy and red girl, lounged in a jeweled cup back to back. They held out their hands, connected by a rainbow.
The third card was the Six of Pentacles. A red woman-fairy looked out through the fourth wall, her hands glowing gold. She wore a giant pendant that resembed a compass to Mia. Little fairies ran around her, taking little golden globes of light from the woman's hands.
"Sooo... What do they mean?" [/blockquote] |
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