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Post by DA VINCI~ on May 7, 2011 12:38:27 GMT -5
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She was too preoccupied with her thoughts of the bag's contents, to notice Russell approaching through the small crowd of sailors and couples upon the dock. Cross-legged and leaning back on her palms, the girl was staring off into the sea while her instrument was safely tucked into her lap. Her long, mahogany hair was softly blowing in the wind, and she leaned her head back slightly to embrace the breeze. The atmosphere was very calming, and Viola took a moment to appreciate the fact that no one had disrupted her in curiosity for the viola in her lap.
"OOF!"
Immiedately, Viola was made aware of her surroundings once more and instinctively turned towards the sound. Right infront of her, sprawled against the docks, and a means close was Russell.
She gasped as her relaxed form took the one of a more anxious one; slightly bewildered to find him once more, (literally) at her feet. He hulled his large frame up, and a quick comparison with his body and that of an average sailor's was made as Viola rushed to find a way to respond.
"I'm a real disaster." He rebounded with a friendly tone. Viola couldn't help but laugh and shake her head to say otherwise. "I don't have your grace." Her chuckling became quieter as a hue of red accented her cheeks. She tried to scowl, but couldn't take the smile off her face. Viola was glad to see him... and she let him know it with her actions; going onto her tip-toes, she wrappped her arms around his shoulders and neck: hugging him.
The embrace was short as she pulled away and smiled, slightly unnerved by how the act came so... naturally. She looked down sheepishly; it was then that Viola noticed she'd come to the dock without shoes. Stepping shyly over her other foot, she tried to conceal both by doing so, and adjusting her baggy, pajama-like pants to cover further passed her ankle. She bit the bottom of her lip and looked back up at him, more alert now, and keeping at an angle of which slightly hid one side of her face and body.
Suddenly, Viola remembered the bag. "He'd probably noticed it by now" she thought. But nevertheless, her hand gestured toward the brown object and looked at him questioningly. She hadn't remembered him with a bag, yesterday, but there was still a chance that it belonged to him. And who knows? ... Maybe she'd get to see what was inside!
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Post by Erinland on May 10, 2011 22:18:38 GMT -5
 As Russell stood, he dusted his plaid shirt, clearing the bits of sand clinging to him. As he looked up, he was taken by complete surprise as Viola hugged him. It was a warm embrace and Russell smiled. It didn't last long, and he shyly ran a hand though his hair. She pulled away and looked down. Russell thought she looked very cute, as she bit her lower lip. Suddenly she brought his attention to a brown bag. He recognized the small black logo in the center. "Hey, you found my bag!" He said as he picked it up. "Awesome, thanks."He opened it up, digging around inside it to see if the bracelet still remained. It was there, still looking brilliant sky blue and pearly. He held his hand out and showed it to her. As the light reflected off of the tiny seashells, It seemed to Russell that it had never been meant for Aunt Diane. It was for Viola. He just hadn't known it at the time. He grinned at her, his handsome face creasing in just the right places. "It's yours." He said, taking her hand, he placed it gently around her wrist. |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 12, 2011 13:44:27 GMT -5
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Letting it sit there, Viola quickly took her hand away in embarresment. Trying to cover up the sudden movement in fear that Russell may take it the wrong way, she brought her hand closer to her face- taking time to examine the many swirls and shades of color upon the shells. As she moved to put her hand behind her back in her usual pose, her sharp ears caught on to the slight jangle it made. A tiny grin played across her features as she brought the hand back infront of her again. She flailed her wrist and laughed silently at the cute little sounds it made.
Viola looked up at Russell and held his hand- unsure if that was enough to get her gratituide through. She stopped biting her lip and intwined her small, fiddling fingers with his own, much larger soft ones. Her thumb rubbed circles around one of his knuckles and she moved their joined hands around, giggling at the accessory's jangling and looking into Russell's soft green eyes, taking a mental note to find a way to compliment them.
"Thank you" She mouthed shyly.
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Post by Erinland on Jul 12, 2011 23:09:08 GMT -5
Russell smiled again as she folded her fingers with his. The bracelet jangled pleasantly as their hands moved. She mouthed a silent 'thank you'. He nodded. "You're welcome, Viola."He noticed the sun beginning to go down, little by little. He needed to be home in time for dinner tonight. "I have to get home, but; Would you like me to take you home? I can drop you off anywhere."It surprised him how much he worried about her walking home or wherever it was she went. Cysro was not exactly a safe place for girls to be out alone. He suspected she would decline his offer, but he sincerely hoped she wouldn't. His mind flickerd briefly to the state of his truck cab. There were several papers and bits of trash, and it was still a bit dusty from being used at home on the cattle farm. He'd push all the papers to the floor, but he could do nothing about the dust. He frowned a little on this thought, but he didn't give up on convicing her. "It's no problem, really." he smiled, showing a bit of his teeth. |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 13, 2011 21:57:31 GMT -5
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"But it'd probably be bothersome and rude to accept..." Viola thought hopelessly. However, Russell seemed to have read her mind and replied instantly, "It's no problem, really." Viola bit her lip for what seemed like the millionth ((OOC: I know I spelled that wrong- I just know it xD)) time that day, and nodded.
"It would be fun..." She smiled calmly- successful in keeping the excitement out of her eyes. She bent to pick up her viola and it's bow. Miraculously, she'd broken her years' streak of playing at least one song at the docks each day. But tonight... Viola was sure she had a valid exception.
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Post by Erinland on Jul 14, 2011 23:16:38 GMT -5
Russell smiled as she nodded. She seemed a bit anxious, but willing.
"Great, come on." He said. He led the way up the docks and up the sidewalk, back to the parking lot. His old ford sat there alone, most everyone else having already left. He walked around to the passenger side and open the door, which creaked. He pushed the papers and wrappers to the floorboard, then held the door open for her to climb in. He hoped she wouldn't be too disgusted with the dust and trash. He went around to the drivers side and hopped in. He looked over at her.
"Sorry, the cab is really a mess." His brow's rumpled apoligeticly.
He adjusted his rear-veiw mirror, then turned the key to crank the old truck. He turned the volume on the radio down and buckled himself in. He looked over to make sure she was buckled in too.
"The windows aren't automatic, you have to crank them," He laughed. "This thing's old."
He reversed out of the spot and then eased down to the parking lot entrance. It was clear to Russell that Viola did not speak, or if she did, it was not done around him. He didn't mind, and was realizing talking wasn't always necessary.
"Just point me in the right direction," He chuckled. "I'll get you there."
OOC: Its shoooorrrrttt.....I'm sorry, but she can take over pointing the way from here, lol.
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 15, 2011 14:50:02 GMT -5
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Viola wrinkled her nose a little at the mess, but she didn't really mind it passed an aknowlegement.
"Sorry, the cab is really a mess" Russell said in apology. Viola gave a small smile to reassure him that she didn't mind and watched as he manually adjusted the mirror and soon the engine roared to life. A small burst of music played- much to Viola's delight- but was quickly turned down by her host.
Viola was about to try to get him to turn it up but was stopped as she heard a click. Russell seemed to give her a quick expectant look and she mirrored his movements in buckling her seatbelt.
Russell explained his window's situation and Viola reached down to turn the window's knob, bringing down the glass and embracing the small breeze. She jolted slightly as the vehicle began to move and let out a gingerly laugh before leaning in to the seat.
"Just point me in the right direction, I'll get you there." Viola smiled at him- she thought it was very kind of him to offer the ride. The girl looked out the window and tried to find the docks in the distance. She calculated the path and pointed to her left, her right, her right again, and then forward- trying to commune the directions. She gave him a nervous look, unsure if she was clear.
Blowing a piece of hair out of her eyes, Viola thought of how much a voice would come in handy right now.~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Erinland on Jul 15, 2011 23:46:27 GMT -5
Viola motioned right, then right and right again. She was prompt with her pointing and Russell followed her directions, watching her face at every turn to make sure he had not misunderstood. She did not seem distraught, so he assumed he was going the right way. She motioned forward. He kept forward on the road. He wondered what kind of place a girl like her lived. She was obviously not wealthy. Neither was he. He wondered if she lived in a trailer or a house. He wondered what kind of family Viola had. A mother? A father? Siblings? What kind of home life could've made her stop speaking? Maybe it had nothing to do with that. Russell's thoughts were interupted by a vibrating sound. His cell phone. He usually didn't answer the phone while driving, but as he looked at the ID he saw it was Aunt Diane. She was probably worried again, wondering where he was. He decided to answer. "Hello?""Russell?" Aunt Diane said. She sounded sort of emotional. "Where are you?""I'm driving Aunt Diane, I'm taking a friend home.""Oh, sweetheart, listen . . . Jack died."Russell's heart flip-flopped. "Jack?""I'm so sorry honey, but he was old you know. Nearly sixteen. I went to feed him, and sweetheart, he just didn't wake up.""Oh," was all Russell could say. "He went peaceful like, in his sleep, honey, so try not to feel too bad."She was quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry Russ. I know you grew up with that old dog.""Yeah. I have to drive now, Aunt Diane, I'll see you at home.""ok," She said. "drive safe."Russell hung up. Jack. Dead. Dead? It just didn't seem real. He'd always been there. Jack was the only being in the world who knew absolutly everything about him. Down to the whole 'becoming a shifter' part. He sighed deeply. He had known it was coming. Dogs didn't live forever. He remembered Viola. He turned to see she was looking at him. "It was my Aunt, just some bad news. My old dog-" He looked out at the road. "He died. He was really old though, We knew he would pass soon."He looked over again, and forced a crooked smile. "It's okay, all dogs go to heaven." |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 16, 2011 16:59:18 GMT -5
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At first, Viola was hit with a sudden feeling of fear. Her hand instantly went to grip the scarred side of her face, running her fingers down the many marks and the healed, over-grown and dug-out skin. Then came the wave of nausea. Her phobia caught in her stomach and Viola stuck her head out the window to take a silent, deep breath. All of this happened quickly and manually- she'd heard people utter the word so much, that she'd grown accustomed to going through a calming procedure taught by a maid from her younger years.
Viola made sure to try her best to make the reaction go unnoticed, and focused more on getting home. Then the words came back to her mind in a sad voice. In Russell's voice. Viola turned to look at him sympathetically. Although she was afraid of it, Viola understood that the animal was his friend, and it was hard to lose a friend. She tried to empathize, but couldn't find a similar loss in her own past, and remembered that it would do no good anyway, seeing as she couldn't speak.
He looked back over to her, and she wore an unreadable expression to mask her fear. "It's okay, all dogs go to heaven." That word again... A twinge of pain pinched at her lungs and Viola took another silent breath. She tried to focus on his sadness.
Her hand found it's way to his shoulder and she squeezed it lightly. She rubbed his back comfortingly and tried to think up a way to cheer him up. Nothing came to her mind but the image of a disgustingly terrifying Doberman, it's teeth slashing at her face, and her own faded screaming.
The rest of the ride was made without any aknowlegement on her part.
Finally, as the car drove through the giant, open gates of Red Mount, they pulled up to the Orphanage. Viola fumbled with her hands, waiting for a negative reaction, but in a split second decided not to give him the chance. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted herself over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Blushing profoundly, she fled out the car, making sure to close it's door on the way.
Opening the large mahogany doors, Viola waved a goodbye and disappeared behind the wood, letting her back slide until her cargo pants hit the floor, a finger on her lips.
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Post by Erinland on Jul 17, 2011 23:07:09 GMT -5
Russell was aware that Viola's demeanor had changed after speaking about Jack. He'd upset her. His face was full of regret. He should've kept the sad news to himself. But then she touched his shoulder and gently squeezed it, then reassuringly rubbed his back. It was nice. But he couldn't think of what had bothered her before. He decided to speak no more about it. As they drove on, Russell could see that there were no residential like buildings on this road. No trailers, no houses. So where did she live? His question was answered as a building came into veiw, the orphanage. It was obvious she lived here, there was no where else. Russell could see now why perhaps Viola did not speak. Maybe she had lost her parents in a tragic way. If I had no home or parents, I probably wouldn't speak either, he said to himself. He pulled carefully into the drive, though giant gates. What is this, prison? Russell casually thought. He caught a glimspe of the sign that read: Red Mount Orphanage. Despite the grim gates, the interior wasn't terrible looking. The moment he stopped the girl unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over near him, and kissed his cheek. He was stunned for a moment and didn't move as he watched Viola flee from the truck and through the big doors. His eyebrows raised and his crooked smile returned. He hadn't expected that. He pulled out of the gates and drove home, thinking Viola over. When he arrived home, he found Jack just as his aunt had said. The old austrailian cattle dog mix was just lying there, just as he died, like he was sleeping. Russell wrapped Jack in his favorite old blanket, and lay him in the truck. He drove thirty minutes, home to the farm. Everything was quite the same, looking as they had left it since moving into town to be with his father. He found a shovel and set to digging a hole under the oak tree in the yard, big enough to hold Jack. He placed his old friend in the grave and shed a few tears. Russell filled the hole in again and sat on the lawn for a few hours, looking at the stars. He used his key and wandered inside, going though his books, and things he'd left here when moving. In a short while, a large dark wolf instead of a young man, nosed his way though the back door and down the porch steps. He stopped at Jack's resting place and gave a lovely mournful howl. With a final sigh, Russell trotted off towards the trees, deciding to spend this night with the woods. |
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