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Date Posted: 03:07:15 06/03/04 Thu
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 A twig snapped loudly under her light footing and the girl stiffled a blistering curse. She was not used to walking through leaves and brittle branches damnit! Her ffet had grown accustomed to the solid rock of concrete and brick, not the nature stuff. Another twig snapped to her right and she winced. At this rate a deafman would hear her coming. Stealth was not her greatest worry, however.
'Where the basting hell am i?', she whispered almost silently under her breath, which was starting to steam in the cold night air. Eyes long accustomed to the dark peered with difficulty through the foliage and other bits of nature that obscured her view, and she let out an angry groan of impatience as she saw nothing worth noting as civilization. Here she was, in the middle of a bloody forest, covered in god-knows what and completely lost. Perfect. Well that just makes my day. Damn. She stepped on another twig with a loud crack which seemed to reverberate of the darkness enveloping her. I hate nature, she thought, pushing her way through a dense grouping of leaves. Her eyes hurt from being open so long, and she had to strain to make out the big looming structure before her. Great, just what i need. That better not be anything with teeth. She thought silently, instinctivly shivering at the image that popped into her head. Against her better judgement and sure that sleep deprivation had adled her better senses, she moved forward toward the structure and was suprised to find a tre under her palm when she reached out to touch it. A soft sound broke the silence and her gaze jerked quickly upward. What the...She almost laughed, and would have, had not an owl began eyeing her rather closely. Snoring was drifting softly from above her head and she now found what might have been a ladder under her hands as she circled the tree. Its a treehouse! A bloody tree house. And with some campers by the sounds of it. Maybe they'll have some food, she thought greedily as her limbs began climbing the rough ladder as if with a mind of their own. Slowly she raised her head above the level of the wooden floor, her gaze darting back and forth between each figure laying about the deceptivly large enclosure. She could not be sure how many of them there were, which put her at much risk. she did not know how many breaths she sould be hearing, she could not tell if all were asleep. But she was desperite. Slowly she lifted her slim form into the room, placing her feet carefully and feeling about for creaks and groans before she stepped. Suddenly she froze, crouched low to the ground and listening intently. Her eyes narroed as she faught to hear the non rythmic breathing she had heard a fraction of a second before. It meant one of them was awake. But which one? she scanned the forms of the sleepers slowly, looking for the raise and fall of their chests with endless patience. But stillshe could not find one that appeared to be awake. It must have ben my imagination she thought, attempting to justify her continued movement as the street side of her was screaming at her for idiocy. It's never one's imagination. Slowly she crept forward, intent on what appeared to be a lumpy knapsack resting at the feet of one of the sleepers. Now all her attention was focused on the form infront of her as she reached slowly, VERY slowly for the bag.
Name: Slate
Real Name: Unknown
Age: 14
gender: Female
Personality: Raised tough and brought up hard, this girl is stubborn, easily angered and incredibly smart; even dangerously so. She is liable to do some real damage for any reason at any given time. But like all others, she is not evil at heart and loves what most teens do. She is not anti-social, but prefers her own company then that of many others. Fiercly independant, she scoffs at those who rely on others for their survival, and is too pridefull to admit that she too is dependant on others for the food in her stomach and the cloths on her back. Friendly enough, she will not smack away a hand offered in friendship, no she's too smart for that, but those who choose to befriend this lass had better take into account that she is not a child and will not hesitate to disapear if she feels crowded.
Past: I will not fantasize about how painfull her childhood was, because quite frankly she had it far better then many others. Abandoned at an early age on the doorstep of a shabby but honestly-run orphanage, she grew up in a reclusive, almose shady environment where the older boys and girls of the orphanage held tremendous sway over the liberties of the youngers ones. She was bullied, she was tormented, and worst of all she was humiliated; her pride crushed to pieces under the heel of an unforgiving 17 year old with a bad attitude. But she won out in the end, adopted out to a shagy man and his skinny wife who lived in a small house on the outskirts of suburbia. This happened when she was about 10. As she grew, she learned, and as she learned, she began to hate her environment and surroundings, loathing the conformity that enveloped the community. So she took to the city after school and at lunch time, got herself mixed up with some people, sometimes they were leanient, othertimes not so much. Again she became toughened by their cruelty and strategic inflicting of anguish. And through it all she learned. At fourteen (ten days after her birthday) she and her adoptive parents moved from the city to Chicago, her 'father' having been transfered by his company. She got herself 'lost' and hitched the firsth rie she could get away from them. It wasn't that she didn't like them, they were decent too her and all, she just was too independant to live under the bondage of such a family, to play the role of their ideal daughter. She here she is now, the furthest from them she could get on 26 dollars and a nicked bus pass.
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