Post by AMATYA SUDAKAR on Jun 15, 2012 12:46:23 GMT -5
It doesn't matter if you guys read the whole thing or not, I just really wanted to post it to see if I got any responses. I don't know I like the way it's written, and it gives a different prospective to people who have only seen me RP cats...though I guess they may not be much difference. >>
There was a certain aroma coming off the lake that appealed to her senses. The sun shimmered off the ripples that wadded to the pebbles and sand; there really was a certain beauty about it that Ava couldn’t describe. There was a slight breeze, coming in off the water and blowing back the long delicate tresses of bright blonde. She was dressed rather simply today, nothing extravagant for a stroll by the lake. The shirt she wore was neon blue in color, bringing out the delicate olive of her eyes. Blue jeans tightly gripped her slender legs, near the ankle they flared however; covering the plain, old sneakers she had wore out this morning. Had she bothered to do anything with her hair it might have given the impression that she cared about her appearance, but today however Ava remained just a regular girl, dressed in regular clothing by the lake. Her normal desire to dress up and curve the glances of the boys was not with her today and it may have been obvious to any onlooker who bothered to assess the situation. If it had been any other day, any other hour things might have been different, but alas it was not.
Ava sat in the dewed grasses; she’d brought a sweater so that she could sit comfortably without getting her butt wet, and looked over the water’s edge. The small waves came rushing at the lakeside, playing a peaceful tune of nature. It was melodic in the way it fell perfectly alongside the birds chirp, and the rustling leaves. Nature was bountiful in her beauty, and Ava could sit here for hours, completely absorbed in it, had it not been for the thoughts weighing on her mind. The sounds calmed her, but the thoughts remained, screaming at her to find a solution to a problem that had never even began with her. Ava breathed a deep sigh into the wind while brushing back a piece of stray blonde hair that fell around her face. Olive eyes were set in the direction of the water, noticing how the sun reflected her beams so carefully. High above her the birds took their wings to the sky, calling out to their brethren in the rising morning.
You know why you are there, Ava. You brought this all upon yourself. It was her father’s voice in her head, deep and disapproving like it had always been, and Ava assumed, always would be. She had racked her brain trying to figure out why he called at all, if he was only going to yell at her and tell her she was useless.
Don’t try to blame this on me, Ava. I was always there. These words rang harder in her ears than the last, not because they were true, but because the utter and sheer mendaciousness to them nearly stung her so hard she wanted to cry out in pain and frustration. She looked up to the sky; the cerulean above her was flawless, decorated not with clouds or haze. She drew her knees close to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, an attempt to give herself the love that she had never received from her own father.
“You were never there for me.” She whispered to herself, to the sky, and to the birds that sang their song to the lake side. She fought the tears that wanted to burst from her eyes, and swallowed the ball that had formed in her throat. Being here wasn’t easy to begin with, Ava didn’t know anyone else, and it hurt to think of that way he father had shipped her off the way he did. Yet none of it could stand to the phone call she’d received only an hour before. Ava sighed against her emotions, attempting to relieve the frustration that had made its way into her bones. Ava rose in the light of the morning, and grabbed the sweater that lay on the ground. It was wet with the dew from the grass, and she smiled despite herself, glad to have prepared for at least one thing today.
At the water’s edge she stared down into her reflection, watching the undulation of the waves distort her façade. She smiled, despite not feeling happy, but in her mirror-image it didn’t register. Almost like the water knew what she was feeling, and wouldn’t betray her of the emotion it knew she felt. Sighing against the wind, it was difficult to push past the words that kept repeating in her head but eventually, whilst staring at the scenery, the echoing faded and she was able to concentrate on her day. Not that she had planned anything in particular, but wallowing in self-pity certainly wasn’t on her things-to-do list. There wasn’t any true silence in the area, but Ava could hear when the sounds changed from nature to human. It was the gentle sound of feet upon the terrain, no doubt leaving impressions in the dirt. Her blonde hair coiled together within the wind, twisting the strands together like soft twine, as she turned to face the guest that came down the pathway. It wasn’t early morning anymore, it was entirely plausible that another student was visiting the lake, and yet her heart sprung to her throat none the less as she anticipated what the new company had in store for her. Ava was composed now, unlike the way she’d been only a half hour prior, and there was little sign of the hallowed feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t extend the courtesy of a wave or a ‘hello’ only in fear that they wanted to be alone, but her olive gaze was on them none the less, gauging their approach with keen and curious eyes.
There was a certain aroma coming off the lake that appealed to her senses. The sun shimmered off the ripples that wadded to the pebbles and sand; there really was a certain beauty about it that Ava couldn’t describe. There was a slight breeze, coming in off the water and blowing back the long delicate tresses of bright blonde. She was dressed rather simply today, nothing extravagant for a stroll by the lake. The shirt she wore was neon blue in color, bringing out the delicate olive of her eyes. Blue jeans tightly gripped her slender legs, near the ankle they flared however; covering the plain, old sneakers she had wore out this morning. Had she bothered to do anything with her hair it might have given the impression that she cared about her appearance, but today however Ava remained just a regular girl, dressed in regular clothing by the lake. Her normal desire to dress up and curve the glances of the boys was not with her today and it may have been obvious to any onlooker who bothered to assess the situation. If it had been any other day, any other hour things might have been different, but alas it was not.
Ava sat in the dewed grasses; she’d brought a sweater so that she could sit comfortably without getting her butt wet, and looked over the water’s edge. The small waves came rushing at the lakeside, playing a peaceful tune of nature. It was melodic in the way it fell perfectly alongside the birds chirp, and the rustling leaves. Nature was bountiful in her beauty, and Ava could sit here for hours, completely absorbed in it, had it not been for the thoughts weighing on her mind. The sounds calmed her, but the thoughts remained, screaming at her to find a solution to a problem that had never even began with her. Ava breathed a deep sigh into the wind while brushing back a piece of stray blonde hair that fell around her face. Olive eyes were set in the direction of the water, noticing how the sun reflected her beams so carefully. High above her the birds took their wings to the sky, calling out to their brethren in the rising morning.
You know why you are there, Ava. You brought this all upon yourself. It was her father’s voice in her head, deep and disapproving like it had always been, and Ava assumed, always would be. She had racked her brain trying to figure out why he called at all, if he was only going to yell at her and tell her she was useless.
Don’t try to blame this on me, Ava. I was always there. These words rang harder in her ears than the last, not because they were true, but because the utter and sheer mendaciousness to them nearly stung her so hard she wanted to cry out in pain and frustration. She looked up to the sky; the cerulean above her was flawless, decorated not with clouds or haze. She drew her knees close to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, an attempt to give herself the love that she had never received from her own father.
“You were never there for me.” She whispered to herself, to the sky, and to the birds that sang their song to the lake side. She fought the tears that wanted to burst from her eyes, and swallowed the ball that had formed in her throat. Being here wasn’t easy to begin with, Ava didn’t know anyone else, and it hurt to think of that way he father had shipped her off the way he did. Yet none of it could stand to the phone call she’d received only an hour before. Ava sighed against her emotions, attempting to relieve the frustration that had made its way into her bones. Ava rose in the light of the morning, and grabbed the sweater that lay on the ground. It was wet with the dew from the grass, and she smiled despite herself, glad to have prepared for at least one thing today.
At the water’s edge she stared down into her reflection, watching the undulation of the waves distort her façade. She smiled, despite not feeling happy, but in her mirror-image it didn’t register. Almost like the water knew what she was feeling, and wouldn’t betray her of the emotion it knew she felt. Sighing against the wind, it was difficult to push past the words that kept repeating in her head but eventually, whilst staring at the scenery, the echoing faded and she was able to concentrate on her day. Not that she had planned anything in particular, but wallowing in self-pity certainly wasn’t on her things-to-do list. There wasn’t any true silence in the area, but Ava could hear when the sounds changed from nature to human. It was the gentle sound of feet upon the terrain, no doubt leaving impressions in the dirt. Her blonde hair coiled together within the wind, twisting the strands together like soft twine, as she turned to face the guest that came down the pathway. It wasn’t early morning anymore, it was entirely plausible that another student was visiting the lake, and yet her heart sprung to her throat none the less as she anticipated what the new company had in store for her. Ava was composed now, unlike the way she’d been only a half hour prior, and there was little sign of the hallowed feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t extend the courtesy of a wave or a ‘hello’ only in fear that they wanted to be alone, but her olive gaze was on them none the less, gauging their approach with keen and curious eyes.