on rainy days, can you find me? (o)

[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Her grandmother never liked it when she went out to the Western Osiris District. It was dangerous, the older woman claimed. Mutants hid in the rubble. They could hurt her, grandmother thought. But the twenty-two year old could hardly understand how they could. Rather, would hurt her. She had done no harm to them. Why would they feel the need to do harm back? So despite her grandmother's warnings, Nayely had wandered out to the ruins of their city. Humans very rarely walked out here, she realized. It had been a lonely walk and although she could spy people rushing back and forth to hide from her. She would reach out to them but receive no response but running and the cursing of her kind. She frowned quietly, pausing in her step to look at small plants that rested in her hands. She would not waver now, she thought. Maybe she could make them a little less scared of people. Not all of them wanted to hurt them. Not all of them. So with that, Nayely headed towards Maybell Park. She looked on the area, staring quietly at the yellowing grass and slowly dying trees. It was a shame she had never been able to come see it when the war hadn't been going on. She didn't remember much about why the war began. She didn't know much about why it was happening. But she couldn't deny that it was happening. The park was dying and depressing, she thought. Like everyone, everything around this place. Maybe she could help, she thought. Maybe she could help them. Even if it was just a little. And it was for that purpose and that purpose only that she dared disobey her grandmother's wishes. Nayely crouched down on the dying grass, bending a knee to the ground to make sure she didn't lose her balance. She set the small plants on the ground before taking out a trowel. She would make this place pretty again, she thought. It would take a long time, she thought. But it was the only thing she could do. She wasn't a fighter. The blonde dug at the ground quietly, checking the soil. It was very poor for growing, she thought. So she would have to come by every day and water them to make sure they grew and spread across the park. She took out a few pellets of fertilizer and dropped it into the little hole before covering them with a bit of soil. She dropped one plant inside and covered the edges with dirt before moving onto the next plant. The next, the next, and the next. They were all planted then and she could only smile. "Come on out and grow soon, okay?" She whispered softly to the plants, resting her arms on the top of her thighs. "I want to make this place look pretty again so the people here won't be so sad." It was a cute dream, she thought. It might very well have never happened, but she could only hope that would be the case. "I think flowers make everyone happy." She said softly, stroking the small leaves of the daylily. They didn't need particularly good soil to be growing. Talking to plants helped the process along too. "I hope you make some people very happy too." She smiled wider, only sitting there quietly as she looked on at the plants. Clouds swirled overhead and she was quiet then as she heard the soft rumbles of thunder. It was supposed to rain, she heard. She had brought a jacket of course. An umbrella and her usual hat too. But she supposed she should have gone home soon, but the girl only sat there watching her plants. She hoped they were going to be okay. Nayely lifted her head to the sky, blinking quietly as she waited for the raindrops to fall. "It looks like it's going to start soon." She said. [/style]

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[luce]

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;]Today's weather was the sort that left everyone sleepy and melancholic. Even among the rebels, where things were always bustling, a subdued sort of gloom seemed to have settled over everyone. Leaving Lucinda with nobody to do anything with. But the weather had hardly dampened her mood, and with nothing to do, the restless blonde had decided on a visit to the refugees, they always welcomed her aid and her company with open arms. Having grown up among them, Lucinda very much considered them family--her visits were frequent, she brought along some stockpiled supplies, chatted up some old friends, helped out where she could. The place was teeming with activity--it seemed there was never enough people to get everything done. Lucinda had grown up depending on the elder refugees and the aid of the rebels for her survival, and it was only fair she return the favour. The weather didn't seem to have had as much of an effect on the refugees. She supposed that a bit of rain was hardly a downer in circumstances as theirs-- but it seemed to have taken a turn for the worst. Lucinda was more than welcome to stay and wait it out, but she had refused, instead borrowing a jacket and insisting she could get back home before it got too bad. To tell the truth, these visits, as familiar and friendly as they were, always left Lucinda slightly irritated. Not at the refugees, they were simply trying to survive--her anger was at the government. The thought of the number of people who had been forced into hiding by the humans was enough to stir up irritation in Lucinda, and she was all but fuming as she began her walk across the wasteland known as Western Osiris district. It was good that these people had banded together to survive, managing to escape slaughter, but it was unfair. Lucinda often wondered how their lives, and her life, would be different if they weren't mutants, or if--crazy as the thought was-- were accepted by humans. It was their goal, but it seemed a pipe dream most of the time. Lucinda wasn't sure if there could ever be equality between the species, thought she vehemently fought for it anyways. The thought of being unable to change anything was worse than the thought that what she was doing wasn't changing things fast enough. She was doing something, and that was enough for her. She had been staring hard at the ground as she walked, deep in thought; though her attention was soon enough caught by the sound of a voice. She looked up, bright blue eyes scanning the apparent remains of a park that surrounded her as she tensed. She was armed, with a pistol holstered at her side, though as her eyes settled on the source of the voice, she didn't end up reaching for it. It was just a woman, crouched on the ground, talking to... herself? Stopping to examine the scene before her, Lucinda cocked an eyebrow. No, it seemed she was talking to a series of small plants in the ground before her. In a place like this, Lucinda assumed that the woman must be a mutant--humans had no reason to be here--Lucinda had never seen her before, but with the war that was going on, there were always new faces among refugees. Perhaps this one had wandered away from the others. Though why she was trying to plant flowers in this dead ground was beyond Lucinda. This place was a war torn wasteland that wouldn't grow a thing. The presence of another person was enough to bring Lucinda out of her irritated thoughts. Glancing up at the growling of thunder above her, Lucinda shrugged, flipping up the hood of her jacket against the rain that was beginning to fall as she approached the woman. Her approach was a quiet one, mostly out of habit, and she crouched down beside the strange woman. Lucinda smiled, following her gaze to the plants, looking them over in silence for a moment before she spoke, her tone light. "Hey, what are you doing out here?" --notes: story it's crappy ugh[/style]

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[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]She realized how strange it must have been to see her there, crouched over tiny little plants. The only green things that even remotely looked alive in the park. Even more perplexing was the fact that she was a human of all things. But she said nothing and no one else it seemed, dared approach her. Or perhaps, she thought, they were merely hiding from the oncoming storm. Nayely intended on heading home soon, though it seemed as thought that would not be the case for this evening. She had been greeted by the sound of another voice. It was strange, she thought. Most definitely strange to have been spoken to by another. Or rather, any one that wasn't a customer or her grandmother anyway. The blonde woman turned her head quietly, blinking her bright topaz eyes at the other. She seemed as curious as any, the florist realized. It was probably uncommon for strangers to simply flounce into the wreckage like it was perfectly normal to. Her lips curled upward too though, lacing her fingers together over her thighs. "Nothing in particular." She replied, laughing just a bit. "I just thought I'd plant some flowers. Maybe it'd brighten some person's day." Nayely glanced at the plants again, resisting the urge to frown. It was unlikely that the plants would continue germinating and growing. Flourishing. But, she could hope. That was all people could do these days, right? "Besides, I think this entire place could use a little bit of color, y'know?" Raindrops began to pour down, slowly dampening the ground beneath the two. Nayely moved her hands, pulling the hood of her canary yellow jacket over her head before smiling at the stranger. "But, I have the same question for you too. What are you doing out here of all places?" She asked. How strange it was, she thought. The others made the mutants out to be bloodthirsty, killing machines. But, that was not the case. That was obviously not the case. "Don't you know it's a bit dangerous to be wandering out around here when it gets dark?" She added, taking a teasing tone to her voice. The other could probably protect herself more than Nayely ever could. Maybe she had some kind of superpower where she shot lasers out of her eyes! What did Nayely have? Pepper spray? No, that wasn't going to cut it. That definitely wasn't going to cut it. [/style]

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[luce]

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;]Lucinda nodded at the woman's response. She let her gaze trail back at the flowers with a slight sigh, the slender stems a vivid shade of green against the dead, yellowed grass that surrounded it. It was a cute thought, but Lucinda couldn't help but resign the flowers to the same fate as the surrounding earth--dried up, neglected and trampled under hurried feet. She looked back at the woman, returning her smile with a small one of her own. "Yeah," She agreed. This place was definitely lacking in colour, but most people were more concerned with survival than aesthetic. Small as the deed was, Lucinda admired the woman for doing something, it was sweet that she hadn't given up on this dead place like everyone else had. Though that didn't stop Lucinda from speaking her mind."But I don't think they'll last long out here." She admitted, nodding slightly towards the plants. Thinking about it, Lucinda wondered if the said could have been said about her, and about all the people she knew as friends and accepted as family. Her own survival had ceased being a guarantee the moment she was discovered as a mutant, yet here she was, nineteen years old and a member of the revolution, the rebellion. It was kind of nice to think the flowers had at least some chance as well, small as it was. Perhaps the little flowers had brightened Lucinda's day with that thought, even if slightly. "Me? Just visiting." She replied. "I was hoping to get back before the storm started, but I guess it's too late for that now." As a rebel, Lucinda was accustomed to speaking vaguely, making sure not to specify exactly where she had been or was going. The woman hadn't given a specific answer either and Lucinda had to be careful of who she trusted, no matter how nice they seemed. Catching the woman's joking tone, Lucinda gave a light laugh. "It is. But where isn't it dangerous?" She said, still with the assumption she was a mutant like herself. Lucinda never went anywhere unarmed, and it was funny that this seemingly gentle woman would be the one giving such a warning. Lucinda was very capable of protecting herself--she had to be, or she wouldn't still be alive--yet this woman didn't even look like she had any weapons on her, never mind the ability to use them. Realizing she didn't even know the name of this stranger, Lucinda met the woman's golden eyes, hoping she would tack on her own introduction after hers. "I've never seen you around here before. I'm Lucinda." She said, not offering any more information about herself than she needed to.[/style]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE[/style]

[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"I know." Her answer was so simple. She looked quietly at the small plants. She knew they probably weren't going to survive. But the world was just the same. Nayely had nothing to do with the war, she knew this. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before everything began to fall apart. How long it would take before more innocent people got involved and hurt in the process. She didn't know, she couldn't know. She didn't want to know. But she kept all these thoughts inside of her, not breathing a word of it. It wasn't like her after all to be a pessimist. "But these are daylilies." She replied, nodding her head affirming it. "They don't need very good soil in order to continue growing." "Just a little bit of water a day and a little attention. They'll be fine with just that." If these flowers, she thought, could make anyone feel at least a little better... then the trip out here wasn't for anything. She didn't want people to be sad anymore. She was tired of seeing people so scared and upset. That was no life. She had been one of the lucky ones, she supposed. She hadn't been born with such genetics, although she sometimes wished she had. A life of adventure. Was that what their lives were like? Or were they more like they were always running? Always running from something. Someone. Everyone. She didn't know but she wanted to know. But Nayely was quiet. She didn't ask where the blonde woman may have been headed to. She didn't ask for her to be specific. If she wanted to, then she would. She didn't dare pry. She was almost scared to know. "Yeah, that's true." She answered, laughing a bit. "My grandmother is probably worried sick about me. I'll head back soon enough though." Nayely replied, lifting a hand and rubbing the back of her head a bit sheepishly. It was kind of embarrassing to talk about. ...wait a minute. Did she even remember to close the door of the flower shop? ...oh dear. She wouldn't be able to hear the end of it when she headed home, she thought. But hey. All the more reason to drag out her return home, right? At her next words, Nayely laughed again. "That's true, huh?" She covered her mouth and resisted the urge to smile wider. "That was a silly question of mine then." Not yet realizing that she had never given her name, Nayely only continued listening to the other woman's words. She giggled again. "Well, you probably haven't seen me around because I don't live here." She replied, nodding her head quietly. "I live in the Eastern Isolde District in a flower shop!" She chimed in. "I was just visiting here because I wanted to plant these." Lucinda? The name sounded almost foreign in her head. What with all the flowers and flower names and types all jumbled up in her head, it may have very well been in a different language. She offered her hand to the other then, though. "My name is Nayely Ashford. Nice to meet'cha!" [/style]

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[luce]

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;]Lucinda shrugged a little--if only a bit of not-so-great soil was the only thing the plants would have to endure out here. She couldn't imagine anyone paying these little plants much mind. Even a little daily attention still seemed like a lot of work for something so small and unlikely, but then again she had to admire that sort of dedication. At least she was trying to make a difference, which was more than most people could say. "I'll check up on them next time I'm around." She offered, curious and slightly hopeful for the flowers herself. She didn't get to come by here every day--most of her work was with the rebels, but she would like see how they were doing when she did pass by. At the mention of her grandmother, Lucinda smiled a bit, unable to help the pang of jealousy. She'd never known her own parents--but she would have liked to. The thought of her parents, who had had her smuggled out of the city to keep her from being killed as a mutant, gave Lucinda hope that not all humans were out to get them. While she held a strong vendetta against the government and the soldiers working for them, and the majority of civilians that simply let them get away with it; Lucinda believed that there were good humans out there too, though she didn't get to meet them very often. Still, it hadn't crossed her mind that this woman was anything but a mutant--she didn't think that a human would go so far out of their way for something so simple and seemingly hopeless. "You came all the way out here?" Lucinda asked with a raised eyebrow. "And in this weather?" She tilted her head up and brought up a hand with the palm facing upwards as if to catch the increasingly intense rain. If it had been Lucinda, living in such a nice place, she would have stayed home, with absolutely no reason to venture out into the wastelands of Osiris. A flower shop--that might explain why she was so passionate about these tiny little plants. Cocking her head she took the woman's hand with a smile. "Same to you." It must be nice, Lucinda thought, to have a grandmother who worried about you and to live in a flower shop. It sounded nice, normal, peaceful. Then again, Lucinda had to wonder if she wanted a life like that--she was used to fighting, it was as much a part of her as anything. It was just another difference between them that she'd picked up in their short exchange so far, which in itself was unlikely.[/style]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE[/style]

[nayely ashford]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]She knew that they were tiny, insignificant little things. Most people, she thought, would probably not even give them the time of day. They would be trampled and mangled, but that wouldn't keep her from coming every day to attend to the flowers. It never would. Though at the woman's next words, her smile widened on her thin face. Someone, anyone. If these flowers made them happy then it was okay for her to go out of her way to take care of them. "I'll hold you to it!" She replied. "You know, the flowers will tell me if you didn't." She teased. She knew well enough that the flowers couldn't speak. But it was nice to pretend sometimes, right? Nayely wished she had known her parents. Her parents abandoned her to their relatives. And with that, she had been passed around like she was a toy shared by all of them. But no, that wasn't it. She was too expensive to maintain. She knew this. The girl resisted the urge to sneeze then and managed to suppress it. She wouldn't hear the end of it when she went home. She had always been sickly. It was never something that she had managed to get over. That was why they kept pushing her around to one another. Her medical expenses were always too much to ask of them. And although times were hard for both herself and her grandmother, the elderly woman never once dared abandon the blonde girl too. "Mmhm. Kinda stupid, huh?" She answered, rubbing the back of her head a bit embarrassed. The other woman surely must have thought of her to be a fool for ever leaving her home. Especially in this kind of weather. Though, it had not been raining when she left. And as if though she could tell what the woman thought, Nayely opened her mouth to speak again. "I know I'm a lot luckier than other people to be born somewhat normally. And I walked by here sometimes on deliveries and I saw how sad and scared people were." Pause. "I think they're still scared of me." She answered softly. The rain was loud, overpowering her otherwise small voice. She was just like these plants, wasn't she? Nayely looked at the small leaves quietly. She was as insignificant as they were in this war, but that didn't stop her from trying. She wanted to be important too. She wanted to help these people from this fear. She never understood the purpose in this fight. She didn't want to understand. She was scared to find out. "But not all of us are bad." Her smile got smaller again and she only looked quietly at the other. "Just most of us don't know what to do." [/style]

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[style=background-color: #fff; margin: 5px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;]"Of course," Lucinda said with a laugh, a touch of mock-offense in her tone. She looked back at the flowers--at least they were getting getting enough water in this rain. Or would it only drown them? Lucinda didn't really know much about flowers or plants or how to help them grow. She knew how to keep herself alive, how to help other people stay alive, and that was more than enough, she felt. Perhaps if her survival was as guaranteed as Nayley's she might be more concerned with helping others, but Lucinda couldn't really afford to be too kind to everyone. Lucinda didn't know if it was more stupid or admirable of Nayley to put herself in unnecessary danger like this for the sake some flowers, and she shrugged slightly. She couldn't really say much when it came to risk, she made her own share of dangerous and stupid decisions on a daily basis. Even this conversation could be seen as risky, as she stood here in the open, letting her guard down for a complete stranger from the city. But she figured that you couldn't be a rebel if you weren't willing to take risks. Cape diem, was it? Live every day like it's your last. Literally. Lucinda looked to Nayley as she spoke up softly. She was right, about everyone being scared. "Well, obviously." Lucinda said, before realizing it sounded a bit harsh--it wasn't as if Nayley could help her ignorance. She wasn't forced into fear and hiding like they were, so it was understandable. She softened her tone a bit. "Better safe than sorry, you know? You can either fight or run." And you should be glad nobody went with the other option. She thought, meeting the woman's golden eyes. It wasn't really that simple, and Lucinda was fairly certain it didn't help the mutants case to make them sound so animalistic. She motioned towards the plants with a slight shake of her head. "And they can't do either. That's why they probably won't survive." She tucked her hands back into the pockets of her jacket with a frown as she looked down at the plants, their green stalks even brighter against the dampened, muddy ground. Neither of them spoke for a moment, both their gazes on the little flowers. Lucinda nodded. "Yeah," She mumbled in agreement. She knew there were good humans out there, but it was rare to meet them. She wondered how many there were who wanted to do something but hesitated in getting involved. Shaking off the solemnity, she looked back up at Nayley with a encouraging smile. "Well, for one, you shouldn't wander so far out in this weather." She teased.[/style]

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