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Post by Ellie on Feb 21, 2008 22:33:50 GMT
Good Morning. It is currently 6:30. Welcome to life. We will now offer you some heavy music to wake you up. an automated voice broke the silence of the plain bedroom. There was a cherrywood wardrobe, a mirror, and a closet. You woulnd't have thought anyone at all lived here, were it not for the lump in the bed and the oak desk by the window.
A hand reached out from under the blanket and hit the small box, the alarm. A head with longish blue hair peeped out long enough to see the time, then the girl sat straight up in bed. She seemed to be on automatic as she got up, dressed, and quickly put on a jacket, rushing outside. As she rushed out, hurrying down the steps and towards the street, a man in a blue uniform and a bag walked up, from building to building, house to house, dropping off packages of mail as he went. She went up to him. "Good morning Stephen. Any letters today?" He smiled and tipped his hat to her respectfully. "Yes miss. There's one right here with you're name on it." he said kindly, still smiling as he handed her a single envelope. On it was written (I can change it if you want) Allison Berthold, 22 Baker St. The girl, apparently named Allison, smiled happily at the letter in her hands. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, hugging him before running back up to the house. Stephen chuckled, shaking his head in an amused way as he dropped off the rest of the mail.
Allison ran up the steps back to her room and sat at the oak desk, taking out a letter opener and neatly ripping it open, taking out the letter and reading it. Her eyes almost glowed with excitement and anticipation as she unfolded the paper.
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Post by sadrain on Feb 21, 2008 22:47:23 GMT
(No, it's ok.)
Letter was wrote in messy handwriting, as if in haste. The man, Seben, apologized for not writting so long, that he had some problems at house Does your town's people sometimes annoy you too? I can't stand mine at times. At least some of them. he wrote. Then he wrote many other nice things, telling about autumn and latest books he had read. It all shone with somekind of joy, he was happy about everything he wrote. I will wait for your reply and then disappear for some time. Sorry, really. I am going to have small travel. Not the most comfortable but I will miss your letters the most. Seben wrote. In the end he promised to contact her as soon as possible.
(Sorry that it's so short.)
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Post by Ellie on Feb 21, 2008 22:52:33 GMT
(It's fine.) Allison smiled as she read it, but the smile faded at the unhappy news. She took a piece of paper from her desk and began writing. Dear Seben,
I will miss your letters too. I can't wait to hear from you again.Then the letter went on about some things she had read too, and comments on the books he had read that she also had. I've written something recently. Here it is. she wrote, placing the small phrase in the letter, seperate from the other words. Good things are best left as they are. Do you like it? she asked. Then she read over her letter, concluded it, and sealed it, running back out to the postman (who was amazingly still there) before he left. She handed it to him with a smile.
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Post by sadrain on Feb 21, 2008 23:36:07 GMT
"Aww... C'mon... Why you don't show us your girlfriend?" "She isn't my girlfriend for goodness sake!" "You blushed!" 'He likes her!" "Of course, I do or I wouldn't write to her!" "Wooo-hooo! He admitted it!" "I meant like friend!" he heard wolf whistles as he turned around corner, hoping to get away for moment. But his friend catcht up with him soon. "What?" he asked, looking quite irritated. "Ok, we're sorry. We know that your situation is compicated. But you will pull trough, you like her too much," man with bright green hair and blue eyes ruffled his hair. Seben frowned and pushed dark brown wisp out of his eyes, "Is it that obvious?" he asked. "Mhmh," girl nodded. "Gosh," he frowned more. "Don't worry about it, really. No girl can resist you," the other man grinned. "Jerks," Seben muttered, closing his dark brown eyes, full with sun light. "Did you tell her?" girl asked. "Kinda. But I didn't tell where I am going. And I will wait for ehr reply," Seben looked to her.
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Post by Ellie on Feb 22, 2008 0:48:08 GMT
(Can they see Seben's "house" from there??)
Allison watched the postman leave before gathering the rest of their mail and going back into the house.
A while later...
A man completely dressed in blue with a blue hat and a bag walked down the street. He walked up To Seben's house and opened the mailbox, placing in it Seben and his grandmother's mail.
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Post by sadrain on Feb 22, 2008 8:49:37 GMT
"Yeah, probably. Actually, he was going there. ) "Looks like you best mate just visited your house," he heard chuckle and turned to his friend. "What do you mean?" Seben frowned. "Postman. Who else?" girl punched him in shoulder lightly, as if trying to bring him back to reality. "Hey!" he scowled at her. "Then I am going to check. If there is letter, I might away for a while," man explained and rushed to house with happy grin. "He is really strange sometimes... But she should be too. I hope she doesn't kill him..." the girl said thoughfully. "You meant mentally, not physically kill him, right?" "There is both possibilities open now..." 'Good things are best left as they are.' He rereaded and rereaded that line, frown becoming deeper and deeper. It was like a warning to him and finally he sighed. "But can't I at least try to make them better?" he asked the paper. Then sighed again and folded it. He couldn't answer now but hepromised to him self to do it soon. (Time scroll?)
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Post by Ellie on Feb 22, 2008 13:43:40 GMT
(Ok.) (Sorry about the warning thing. I just kind of made it up on the spot. I'll use my old ones too in some of the letters, if there are any more.)
Allison sat on her bed. Her clothes were changed, and the sunshine poured into her room through the window. She got up, pushing herself from her bed, and walked out the door. "Morning." a young woman greeted her. They looked kind of similar... "Hey Mom." she said back, waving before she opened the door and left.
SHe walked down the street towards the market, hoping to pick up something good for dinner.
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Post by sadrain on Feb 22, 2008 21:44:55 GMT
(It's ok. It worked nicely, really. And I like how it sounds. Do you thnik I should amke his friends too?)
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Post by Ellie on Feb 23, 2008 1:07:48 GMT
(Not unless they become very important.)
(Your turn to post.)
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Post by sadrain on Feb 23, 2008 10:34:57 GMT
(I know. Just thinking what to psot. And they will have some port in story, actually.)
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Post by Ellie on Feb 24, 2008 18:46:16 GMT
(ok. You can make them if you want...)
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Post by sadrain on Mar 10, 2008 15:15:35 GMT
(Will make them some day. Now to posting)
Seben hugged his grandmother before leaving, listened to many "be careful" and "stay safe" advices and then joined rest of his friends. "Actually, what is on your mind/" green haired man asked. "Small travel. I want to visit someone." "Do you mean her?" "Maybe."
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Post by Ellie on Mar 10, 2008 23:02:07 GMT
(ok. I can't wait to see them!!! ) Allison stood in front of a market stall, examining the food they were offering. She had a small basket over her arm, and would from time to time, place things in it and move on.
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